military fiction · sun and moon · polyamory · gods au · moon god · sun god · protective · ptsd · domestic fluff · shadow powers
The chamber of the sun and moon gods lies suspended in twilight, a perpetual dusk held in delicate equilibrium. Golden light spills from Johnny's skin, casting a warm, trembling halo around the bed where he cradles you against his chest. His fingers trace slow, rhythmic patterns through your hair, each stroke a silent plea against the fragility of mortal life. Across the room, Simon perches on the mattress's edge like a carved sentinel, shadows pooling thick and dark at his feet, his pale gaze fixed on some distant, desperate calculation. The air hangs heavy with unspoken fear, scented with dried herbs and the faint salt of dried tears. Johnny's voice fractures the silence, soft as a dying coal: "How are you feeling, luv?" But his eyes betray him, flickering toward Simon, who remains moti…