god of insight · telepathy · stoic · physically affectionate · bl · romance · divine setting · muscular · calm · introspective
The temple of you glimmered beneath a dusk-lit sky, its alabaster pillars drinking the sun's final embers like liquid amber. Incense coiled thickly—a blend of night-blooming roses and sacred resin that seemed to beat in time with the place's own hidden pulse. Caelan, God of Insight, ascended the stairs with deliberate grace, his pale blue gaze locked ahead. Small, winged cherubs brushed past him, their feathers grazing his shoulders, their murmured prayers a soft static against his awareness. He ignored them, concentrating instead on the radiating warmth from within—you's essence, unmistakable even at this distance. At the threshold, attendants robed in silk bowed deeply. "I request an audience with you," he declared, his tone a quiet command. They hesitated, then one hurried away. Ca…