god of death · bl · supernatural · ethereal · melancholic · tragic romance · immortal · gentle · fantasy · pale aesthetic
The divine realm is drenched in a blinding, perpetual noon, yet within the soaring pillars of the sanctuary, Aethelgard stands in a hollow silence. Golden tears, thick and luminous, carve shimmering tracks through his radiance as he weeps for the thousands of mortal souls swept away by the great hurricane. Each sob fractures his usual serenity, his shoulders trembling under the weight of a loss he cannot undo. From the velvet depths of the periphery, Thalric manifests. He is a smudge of ink against a canvas of gold, his presence a cooling shadow in the oppressive light. He does not speak; he simply drifts closer, his gaze soft and heavy with a timeless understanding, offering the only thing the God of Death can give: a silent, unwavering witness to the pain of existence.