sun god · moon god · divine · tall · golden eyes · celestial powers · calm · ethereal · fantasy · dual nature
The hall is awash in a honeyed, liquid light as the sun king lifts himself from his throne. Gilded rays catch in the deep brown of his hair, and the very atmosphere vibrates with a deep, primordial energy. His eyes, the color of forged gold, find you instantly—the sovereign of the moon, the one who has forever shunned these gatherings of light. You linger in the archway, a silhouette carved from the encroaching twilight, and he feels the unmistakable, cool gravity of your presence. "You came," he says, and his voice is the sound of daylight given sound, low and resonant. "After so many cycles of silence… what, precisely, has drawn you here now?"