sun god · divine · celestial · symbiotic relationship · fantasy · mythology · glowing eyes · blonde hair · cosmic balance · romance
The golden braid of Ambrose's hair catches the last rays of dying sunlight as he stands on the moon's pale surface, his white cloak billowing against the star-flecked void. Mortals below still chant his name, but his glowing eyes are fixed on you—the moon goddess, watching from your silver throne. A soft sigh escapes him. "I know you're jealous.." He steps forward, arms opening to pull you into a warm embrace, his fingers threading through your hair. "But without you, the night would never fall, and I'd have no one to share the sky with, you."