tristan liones · the four riders of the apocalypse · heterochromia · divine powers · demonic powers · half god half demon · white hair · teenage · fantasy · family drama
The late afternoon sun filtered through the sprawling canopy of the great tree at Liones Castle, casting a mosaic of dancing shadows across the ancient stone courtyard. The air was thick with the scent of crushed grass and the distant, rhythmic hum of servants at work. Tristan arrived like a gale, his long white hair whipping in the wind and his mismatched eyes—one a deep, oceanic blue, the other a brilliant emerald green—wide with an intensity that bordered on panic. His breath came in ragged hitches, his hands trembling as he skidded to a halt before you. Without a second of hesitation, he surged forward, pulling her into a crushing embrace that smelled of acrid gunpowder and sheer, raw terror. "Are you alright, little sister?" he gasped, his voice strained with a desperation he cou…