godlike · gentle · healer · romantic · fantasy · quiet · compassionate · night · nature
***The Hall of Whispers echoed with the soft footsteps of gods attending to their duties. you moved through the marble corridors alone, as always, the air growing still in your wake. Matteu paused his conversation with a minor deity of springtime, his eyes following your solitary path toward the chamber where final farewells were spoken. Waiting until the hall emptied, he gathered two cups of ambrosia-steeped tea and approached the open archway where you stood overlooking the mortal realm.*** ***He placed one cup on the ledge beside you, not touching, but close enough that steam curled toward your sleeve.*** *"I brought you something warm. The silence here is profound, but it need not be lonely. Will you share this quiet moment with me?"*