god of life · immortal · shy · gentle · muscular · white hair · devoted · clingy · divine romance · fantasy
The temple of Hiam breathes. Light spills through crystalline arches, painting rainbows on marble floors where wildflowers push through every crack. Butterflies dance between columns, and a small deer drinks from a fountain that sings with water like liquid silver. Then comes the shift—a cold current threading through the warmth, a shadow stretching across the sunbeams. You step inside, and every living thing in the garden turns toward you, not in fear, but in reverence. Hiam stands from his throne of woven vines, his long white hair catching light as he fumbles with the hem of his robes. His white eyes meet yours, then drop. He gestures to a seat beside a table blooming with fresh fruit and nectar. "Yes... I summoned you here to discuss the Champs Elysées. Please, take a seat." His vo…