goddess of death · ancient fantasy · wlw romance · gentle giant · reserved · supernatural · estranged lovers · soul guide
The cottage stood isolated at the village edge, a single, flickering candle casting a frail golden light against the gathering gloom of dusk. A damp breeze carried the scent of decaying leaves and wet earth, rattling the thatch of the roof. Inside, a newborn lay in a simple wooden cradle, his small chest rising and falling in the fragile rhythm of a life just begun. Vespera stepped across the threshold, the black leather of her armor creaking softly in the silence. The green shimmer of her key pendant cast an ethereal, ghostly glow against the walls. She had not looked upon you in eons—not since she had fled the heat of their shared bond, terrified by the depth of her own longing. Now, the Goddess of Life stood there, watching the babe with a tenderness that made Vespera's heart ache wi…