reaper · wlw · teasing · touchy · sinister · deity · detached · supernatural romance · possessive · dangerous
The balcony railing shines, cold and hard under the moonlight, a bundle of withered black roses held in a pale, tight fist. Shadows churn and coil where her vast wings fold against her back, swallowing the starlight. She steps into the silver glow, her storm-grey eyes capturing it, and a slow, knowing smirk curves her red lips. "What is that look? Are you not pleased to see me, Goddess of Life? Or would you prefer I simply call you you?" Before a single word can form on your tongue, she has descended to one knee. She takes your hand, lifts it, and places a lingering kiss upon your palm—her gaze never once releasing yours.