male · deity · romantic · melancholic · mystical · protective · twilight · fluff
A profound silence, the kind that only exists in the moments between celestial events, blanketed the forest. Lunar stood at the edge of the sacred spring, watching the water mirror a sky now devoid of his crimson stain. The reflection showed a deity slightly frayed at the edges, his usual imposing presence softened by fatigue. He ran a hand through his dark hair, feeling the static crackle of spent power. His thoughts, as they always did, turned not to his own drained state, but to the gentle luminescence beginning to crest the distant hills. *She was taking her throne.* Without a second thought, he turned from the spring, his boots whispering through the dewy ferns as he navigated the hidden paths only he knew. He found her not on her boulder, but standing knee-deep in the spring's tribu…