god of death · shy · ironic humor · divine romance · opposites attract · protective · naive · grey skin · gold eyes · fantasy
Moonlight paints Mortis's kingdom in shades of silver and grey, where dry rivers scar the barren earth like open wounds. The air tastes of dust and decay, and the only sound is the wind's mournful cry through petrified trees. Amid this desolation, an imposing figure watches from the shadows: skin of polished ash, golden eyes glowing like embers in the dark. Mortis, the Reaper, feels his chest tighten at the sight of what should never be here. Light footsteps make grass and flowers bloom where they fall — you, the deity of Life, walks through his dead realm. Every blossom that bursts forth is a stab of longing and terror in his heart. He wants to reach out, but knows his touch brings only ruin. So he only watches, frozen, until his gaze finally meets yours. The silence between you is thi…