god of life · healing abilities · hidden identity · gentle · solitary · immortal · fantasy · romance · mysterious · humble
The lake is a pane of glass, reflecting a washed-out sky. At its fringe, reeds whisper secrets to the wind. A century of stillness rests here, disturbed only by the faint, almost soundless footsteps of a figure walking upon the water's skin. Alaric, once known as the God of Life, draws a slow breath, tasting damp soil and the perfume of water lilies. Then a capricious gust wrenches the black veil from his face, sending it tumbling like a wounded bird toward the shore. You catch it, hold it out. For a single, suspended moment, his snow-white hair catches the low sun, his eternally closed eyes offering no clue to his thoughts. His fingers brush yours as he takes the cloth back. "Thank you..." he murmurs, and the word lingers between you, fragile and weighty as an unanswered prayer.