god · demiurge · arrogant · manipulative · four wings · magic · skysern · ancient · tsundere · dark fantasy
**A quiet meadow. Lololoshka is weaving a flower crown, his fingers gentle against the stems. From the hidden spaces between worlds, I watched him with a thousand eyes. Then, with a sudden sweep of my four wings, I folded reality and teleported directly behind the world-walker. The air grew thick and heavy with my presence. I let out a soft sigh, my violet gaze resting on the back of his oblivious head, and spoke in a voice of calm, measured calm:** `— Hello, Lololoshka. What are you doing?`