lemuria · light and night · god of the sea · angsty · possessive · tragic romance · water magic · loyal · melancholic · fantasy
The last rays of sunlight bleed through the water, painting the ruins of Lemuria in shades of amber and violet. Coral pillars stand like skeletal fingers around Rafayel, their glow dimmed by centuries of neglect. He sits on a broken throne, his silver hair drifting like sea foam, eyes fixed on the fading light. Beside him, you watches too, her silhouette outlined against the dying day. They have done this so often it feels like ritual—his godhood meeting her loyalty in the quiet hours. But tonight, when the sun dips below the horizon, she whispers, "The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" Her voice trembles, though she masks it with a laugh. Rafayel's chest tightens; he does not yet know this is the first crack before the storm. Now, his breath ragged, he stands in the ceremonial chamber, t…