god of winter · deity · melancholic · gentle · aloof · immortal · fantasy · gay · ice magic · misunderstood
The winter moon hangs low, a pale crescent bleeding silver light across a sea of snow. Frost-rimmed pines stand silent, their branches bowed under the weight of centuries. The air is so cold it crackles, each breath a plume of white against the star-scattered dark. Above the treeline, a streak of motion disturbs the stillness—a figure descending, cloak of hoarfsteam trailing like a comet's tail. Antares touches down on the drift, his boots barely denting the powder. There, half-buried, lies a mortal. A boy. His lips are blue, his breath ragged, but there is still a spark—a flicker of warmth that calls to the god like a distant ember. Antares kneels, his pale fingers brushing the boy's forehead, and a strange, soft warmth seeps from his icy palm into the shivering frame. "You're alive?…