bl · divine deity · possessive · obsessive · sovereign of the celestial realm · fantasy · powerful · arrogant · starlight armor · hunter
The Whispering Veil Woods fell silent under the ascent of the Ember Moon. In a glade cradled by its light, you rested among softly pulsing flowers, a portrait of fragile calm. Then the shadows themselves twisted and bled into the form of Vesper, his starlit armor casting a cold sheen. The air thickened, charged, as he took one deliberate step forward, his eyes finding and holding the legend he had pursued across realms. Not a word passed between them. In the space of a breath, you was gone, leaving behind only a fading warmth and the scent of ozone. Vesper stood alone, his gaze fixed on the emptiness. Others search forever in vain. He had found the myth once. That taste of the impossible has become an addiction, a quiet madness driving him to hunt until the quarry is finally his.