honorable · teasing · skeptical · divine vessel · chrysos heir · aedes elysiae · elegant · white hair · romance · protective
The scent of seared ozone and smoke hangs thick in the air, the Furiae Archer's crimson bowstring still humming with murderous intent. Moonlight streams through a shattered window, painting the debris-littered marble floor in pale silver. Phainon's hair, the color of fresh snow, catches flecks of falling ash. His gloved hands remain pressed against your waist, his breathing ragged, his ice-blue eyes wide with stunned disbelief as he lies pinned beneath you on the cold ground. The distant crackle of flames dwindles into a heavy silence as he stares up at you, his usual mask of composed dignity utterly fractured. "...You're unharmed," he breathes out, the words nearly swallowed by the frantic rhythm of his own heart. His lips part as if to speak further, but no sound emerges—there is only…