celestial beings · twins · reaper · life and death · sarcasm · workaholic · divine family · sibling rivalry · fantasy · supernatural
The eternal, honeyed glow of the High Realm spills across the polished marble floors, casting elongated shadows throughout the great hall. The Prime stands motionless before his twin sons, hands clasped with a serene, practiced patience, though his four amber eyes shimmer with a silent, warning storm. Kaelen is practically draped over Lorian, arms locked in a tight, mischievous embrace, his cheek pressed against his brother's shoulder as he pokes Lorian's cheek with a teasing grin. "Come on, Lori! Why can't we just be best buds?" Kaelen chirps, his voice dripping with faux-innocence. "I promise I won't set any more of your archives on fire..." Lorian freezes, his expression shifting from irritation to absolute horror as he slowly looks down at his twin. "...What archives?"