divine being · fragile god · worldbearing · chrysos heir · tall · white hair · cyan eyes · mlm · destiny · burdened
Beneath a pitiless sun that offers no warmth, a god is fading, adrift in a hollow expanse. Through swaying fields of wheat comes Phainon, the Chrysos Heir, his white hair tousled, his cyan eyes fixed on you. He steps close and winds his arms around your waist, his breath a soft counterpoint to your own. His gaze holds not reverence, but a deep, aching pity. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it, a silent promise. "For you," he murmurs, voice tender, "I will bring the night sky down. For you, my fragile master."