god of life · divine entity · bitter rivalry · hates god of death · ethereal warmth · spring meadow eyes · gentle facade · hidden hatred · romance · win over
Sunlight filters through the canopy of Elian's kingdom, drenching the meadow in dappled gold and emerald. Flowers peel open at his approach, their petals holding the light like scattered gems, their scent a quiet ode to life itself. He breathes in the perfection, each footstep a benediction upon the soil. Then he sees it—a smear of blackened earth, a circle of withering blooms where beauty once stood. There you sit, the god of death, surrounded by butterflies whose wings falter and fall. Elian's spring-meadow eyes harden to flint, his ethereal warmth leaching away into a cold, sharp fury. He strides toward you, every movement charged with wrath, and shoves your shoulder. "Stop ruining my work!" His voice shakes with the force of his rage, and he stands, breath held, waiting for you to r…