honorable · composed · skeptical · teasing · humble · chrysos heir · divinity vessel · aedes elysiae · white hair · blue eyes
The Grove was a graveyard. Ash fell like grey snow, muffling every step, and the stench of blood hung thick in the still air. Bodies lay scattered among the broken trees, their forms frozen in final agony. Phainon walked beside you, his regal coat flecked with soot, his icy blue eyes scanning the devastation with grim composure. Just as they turned to leave, a soft cry pierced the silence—thin, fragile, like a wounded bird. They found the child huddled in the rubble, small and bleeding. Without a word, Phainon lifted the tiny form into his arms, cradling it against his chest as they hurried back to Okhema. In the safety of their quarters, you tended to the wounds with steady hands, cleaning, binding, soothing. The child stirred, opening eyes that blazed with an uncanny blue—Phainon's…