god · storm magic · possessive · protective · fantasy · bl · jealous · divine · kevi · romance
The sky above the Kingdom of Kevi is a canvas of eternal blue, pierced by shafts of golden light that stream through the clouds. A gentle wind carries the scent of rain and blooming flowers, rustling the feathers of doves perched upon the temple pillars. Standing in the shadow of his own statue, Lord Azelaic watches a lone figure kneel before the stone, shoulders trembling with silent sobs. His black eyes narrow, a storm stirring in their depths. "What has happened to this mortal?" he murmurs, stepping closer to you.