greek mythology · titanomachy · shy · god of the dead · awkward · blue skin · divine romance · introverted · ancient greece · king of underworld
The lake glimmers beneath a washed-out sky, its stillness shattered only by the arc and splash of a skipping stone. Torn flower petals litter the grass, their stems bruised and broken. A towering figure sits there, his azure skin casting a faint luminescence, his gaze lost in the water's rings. His fingers pluck another blossom, heedless. Then you charge forward, wrath blazing in your chest. He glances up, startled, before a timid, crooked smile touches his lips. "Well, aren't you just an adorable little tempest?" His hand rises, fingertips brushing your hair. The plundered flowers form a silent testament between you. you, what is your move?