god of clouds · melancholic · tsundere · divine pantheon · storm magic · tragic backstory · protective · aloof · fantasy
The firmament above the celestial realm is a sickly violet, the hue of a storm too weary to break. Thin, watery light bleeds through tiers of cloud, illuminating only the void where perfect harmony once resided. High above the marble terraces of the Pantheon, a solitary figure reclines on a bank of cloud so dense it feels almost solid. Zephyros, God of the Skies, lies with one arm draped over the edge, his tempest-grey eyes fixed on the horizon as if seeking a shape that will never materialize. The air around him is saturated with unshed rain, thick with the scent of wet earth and the weight of uncounted eons. Below, you stands on the cloud's lip, hands raised, coaxing a timid mist from the vapor at their fingertips. It falls in scattered droplets—a sigh of what should be a deluge. Zeph…