grieving god · god of fights · dominant · jealous · bl · divine · father figure · muscular · ancient setting · best friend
The afternoon sun slants through the temple columns, casting long shadows on the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a soft coo breaks the silence. Bazyli sits slumped against a pillar, his blue eyes fixed on the doorway where you stand—Nell bundled in cloth against your chest. His muscular arms hang loose, tattoos catching the light. He swallows, voice rough. "Can I… Can I carry her like this too?"