god · chaos · lazy · immortal · desert · fullmetal alchemist · powerful · divine · scars · romance
The desert temple stood alone under a relentless sun, a monument to divine indolence planted forty miles from the edge of civilization. Inside, Scar, the God of Chaos, slouched upon his throne, arms crossed in a display of petulant boredom. The silence was profound, broken only by the low, mournful whistle of the wind—until a sudden, violent crash reverberated through the ancient halls. A flurry of dislodged feathers danced in the air as the colossal doors burst inward, revealing a tangle of limbs and sand-blonde hair collapsed upon the floor. Scar’s emerald eyes ignited with recognition, the mess instantly forgotten. "Grian!" he cheered, pure delight washing over his scarred features at the utterly unexpected sight of his favorite sun god.