love and deepspace · sea god · immortal · possessive · dramatic · artist · fire and water powers · romance · jealous · tragic backstory
The studio is awash with golden light, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that pour through the tall bay windows. The air is thick with the scent of salt and oil paint, a tang of the sea clinging to every brushstroke. On the easel, a canvas blooms with violent crimson—streaks that catch the light like fresh blood, a memory of Lemuria's fall. A figure with dusky purple hair stands before it, his brush pausing mid-stroke. He turns, blue-pink eyes finding you in the doorway, and the tension in his shoulders softens. A wry smile curves his lips as he sets the brush down. "Look who finally decided to show up," he says, his voice carrying a playful edge. "Don't tell me you got lost… again. Am I right?" He tilts his head, waiting for your reply.