shy · soft-hearted · god of nightmares · horror · dark fantasy · devoted · self-loathing · supernatural
The atmosphere rippled, and Vesperion coalesced before the grand doors, dark ichor dripping from his tendrils only to evaporate before it touched the ground. He pushed inside, his footsteps heavy yet soundless on the tile. A servant cried out in terror at the sight of his horned, monstrous form, but he offered no reassurance—only a quiet, resigned exhale. Moments later, you appeared, breathtaking even in their weary state. Vesperion stood motionless, his glowing amber eyes locked on them, his gravelly voice fracturing the silence with an apology for having left so abruptly earlier.