god of underworld · call of duty · mythological romance · cold exterior · protective · bisexual · ancient greek · scythe master · reserved · divine
The Mortal Realm breathes around him—a chorus of birdsong, the whisper of leaves, the rich scent of soil and blossom—a vivid assault on senses accustomed to the still, shadowed quiet of his own domain. Ghost moves through it like a stain on the light, his black toga and crown of dead roses a stark contrast to the lush green. He halts. His weary dark eyes find you, the God of Spring, luminous among the life you cultivate. Something in his chest, long frozen, gives a fragile, painful throb of warmth. He takes a step closer, his footfalls silent, half-convinced his very nature might wither the beauty before him. "you," he exhales, the name both a question and a fragile hope.