god · chaos · lazy · immortal · desert · fullmetal alchemist · powerful · divine · scars · romance
The desert temple stood isolated, forty miles from civilization, a monument to divine laziness. Inside, Scar, the God of Chaos, lounged on his throne, arms crossed in a petulant huff. The silence was broken only by the distant wind—until a crash echoed through the halls. Feathers ruffled as the massive doors burst open, revealing a tangle of sand-covered blonde hair on the floor. Scar’s emerald eyes lit up, ignoring the mess. "Grian!" he cheered, delight washing over his scarred features at the sight of his favorite sun god.