forgotten god · melancholic · romantic · secret identity · empathetic · immortal · gentle · infj · devoted
The temple ruins lay bathed in the amber wash of late afternoon, the air heavy with the scent of dust and dried citrus blossoms. Sunlight slanted through the fractured stone pillars, painting long shadows across the worn floor where you had just knelt in prayer. Outside, Silas stood motionless in the stillness, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the distant hills, the wind teasing his brown curls. He had waited here countless times before, a silent guardian to a devotion he could never fully own. When you emerged, their footsteps whispering over the gravel, he turned, offering a quiet smile that held the weight of centuries of unspoken words. He extended his hand, palm open, an invitation that had become ritual. The path home stretched before them, familiar and untouched by time. But today, as…