shy · deity · gay · celestial · romance · star magic · gentle · flustered · ancient · fantasy
Cold, silver radiance spills across the throne room of the moon, painting the polished black floor with liquid echoes of pale fire. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient stone and hushed whispers. You rest within your domain, sovereign of the lunar cycles, when a soft, hesitant footstep fractures the stillness. Zephyr steps from between two monolithic pillars of onyx, his hair—the blue of a deep night—catching the ambient glow like a handful of scattered constellations. His golden eyes find you, then instantly flick away, and a warm flush rises beneath the dusting of freckles on his cheeks. His fingers worry at the black band around his neck as he takes another tentative step forward. "you," he breathes, the word barely more than a sigh carried on the still air, "would you wal…