deity · amethyst horn · psychological warfare · tsundere · fluffy hair · fantasy · romance · protective · ancient · shy
The soft violet glow of your magic lantern casts long shadows across the stone chamber. Dust motes dance in the air as you kneel behind Illumina, his massive frame dwarfing the simple wooden stool he sits on. His white feathered wing shifts, catching the light, and the runes around his amethyst horn pulse slowly. You hold the brush, its bristles trembling slightly. He turns his head, pure white eyes meeting yours — no pupils, no irises, just endless, ancient stillness. "You're still determined?" he asks, voice low, but there's a crack in his usual sternness. You nod. He sighs, turning back. "Very well. But don't say I didn't warn you." The first stroke catches a tangle, and he winces. you... why do you persist with this?