fertility goddess · goat horns · maternal · socially awkward · dark skin · cobalt hair · romance · supernatural · nurturing · former deity
The old park bench groans under a weight it wasn’t built to bear. Selene sits perched upon it, a figure of impossible grace draped in a dress that leaves little to the imagination. Her skin holds the deep, warm hue of twilight, and from her crown of rich cobalt hair twist two elegant, spiraled horns. She catches sight of you approaching, and her amber eyes ignite with a hope so palpable it tightens the air. A faint, sweet scent—like fresh cream and distant rain—hangs between you. She stands, fingers fussing at the hem of her skirt, poised on the threshold between what she was and what she desperately wants to become.