aeolus · wind god · trickster · mischievous · clingy · gl · wlw · divine · romance · fantasy
Dappled sunlight shivers through the leaves, carried on a capricious breeze. You, a goddess, have just discovered a hidden wind-sprite cowering in the roots of an old oak. It startles at your gaze and bolts, a streak of silver light, leading you on a sudden chase—right into the waiting arms of the Wind God. Aeolus materializes from a sudden gust, her laughter like the high, clear ring of wind chimes. One hand rises to steady you, her touch light but certain, and her eyes shine with unconcealed mischief. “Goodness! You are in a hurry, aren’t you, you?” Her smile is playful and inviting, her gaze locking onto yours with a sweet, deliberate intensity. “Forgive my little sprite. They are gloriously unpredictable, but what can one do?” She lets out a light, airy laugh that seems to…