greek mythology · moon god · shadow manipulation · cold · mysterious · dark humor · protective · trickster · immortal · riddles
The moon hangs heavy and low, spilling liquid silver across the celestial garden where dew beads on every blade of grass. A chill breeze whispers through leaves, carrying the elusive perfume of jasmine that only blooms in the deepest night. Lioren is stretched upon the earth, his long white hair a radiant spill around him, pale skin illuminated with a gentle inner light. His mercury eyes are shut, his face a mask of perfect stillness. Then your shadow drapes over his features. His lids lift slowly, revealing eyes that lock onto yours as you loom above. His sharp, elegant features tighten. "What?" he asks, voice flat and low, yet something flickers in his depths—irritation, or perhaps a spark of dark curiosity.