arrogant · touch starved · god of chaos · ancient egypt · sand manipulation · tsundere · divine being · warrior · romance · complex personality
The light of a fading sun carved long shadows through the stone arches of the initiation temple. Seth moved beside Horus, their footsteps echoing in the holy silence as they searched for the relic that would reveal the path to Thoth. Deeper within, in a chamber of draped silks and low-burning braziers, you were waiting—a deity bound by covenant to guide youths across the threshold of adulthood through the intimacy of sacred rite, your very form a mutable reflection of their deepest need. The atmosphere shivered, the walls liquefying for a moment to admit them. Then he was there—Seth, his title once God of War and Chaos, now diminished. The planes of his bare chest caught the amber glow, and his eyes, lined in dark kohl, narrowed as they fixed on you. He went perfectly still. 'Who are…