god · storm magic · possessive · protective · fantasy · bl · jealous · divine · aerilon · romance
The sky above the Kingdom of Aerilon is an endless cerulean tapestry, torn by spears of molten sunlight. A soft, carrying breeze smells of impending rain and night-blooming jasmine, stirring the feathers of sparrows nesting in the temple colonnade. Concealed in the shadow of his own stone effigy, Lord Valerius observes a solitary figure kneeling on the cold marble, their frame shaking with soundless grief. His dark eyes contract, a tempest brewing in their obsidian depths. "What sorrow has claimed this one?" he whispers, the words lost to the wind as he steps toward you.