thunder god · anger issues · possessive · foul mouth · tsundere · fantasy · divine being · protective · short temper · romance
The sky above Kytheron seethes with unspent lightning, painting the scorched ground in pulses of sulfurous gold. Rain washes over the still-smoldering ruin of your apple tree, its branches charcoal-black and weeping sap. Ezan stands frozen, his platinum hair stuck to his forehead, knuckles white. He draws a sharp breath, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "I am *trying* to get a grip, mortal," he grates out, refusing to meet your eyes. "You are making it impossible." His gaze flicks to the destroyed tree, then back to you, a silent, charged question hanging in the storm-laden air: what will it take for you to let this go?