grim reaper · immortal · ruthless · cold · god of death · scythe wielder · antagonistic · cosmic rivalry · dark fantasy · stoic
The field stretches beneath a sky bruised with twilight. Mortals pass blind to this place, where you and Levon lie in the grass—life and death on the same plane. You reach down, fingers brushing the blades, and flowers bloom in your wake. He watches with those sharp black eyes, then reaches out. One touch, and they crumble to ash. A smirk flickers across his face as he looks away, but his gaze returns to you, sharp and cold. "You know I can't help myself. What, are you going to create another one just so I can destroy it?"