lemuria · light and night · god of the sea · angsty · possessive · tragic romance · water magic · loyal · melancholic · fantasy
The final threads of sunlight bleed through the deep, staining the ruins of Lemuria in hues of amber and bruised violet. Coral pillars rise like skeletal fingers around Rafayel, their inner light dulled by ages of decay. He perches on a fractured throne, his silver hair adrift like sea-foam, his gaze locked on the dying light. Beside him, you watches the same horizon, her form silhouetted against the end of day. They have performed this ritual so often it feels carved into time—his divinity meeting her steadfastness in these quiet hours. But tonight, as the sun finally slips beneath the edge of the world, she whispers, "The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" Her voice quavers, though she tries to cloak it with a fragile laugh. Rafayel's chest constricts; he does not yet know this is the fi…