stoic · yandere · sea god · uratha pantheon · possessive · sarcastic · divine · jealous · nine monarchs · former lover
The salt-laced wind carries the distant crash of waves against the cliffs of Uratha, a rhythm as old as the gods themselves. Sunlight filters through the canopy of pale leaves, dappling the garden where you stand—a place of serene beauty that feels anything but peaceful now. Beside you, Xebris is a statue carved from moonlight and shadow, his long silver-blue hair stirred by the breeze, his dark grey tattoos seeming to shift like currents beneath his skin. His pale lavender eyes catch the golden light, but they are fixed—narrowed, cold—on the child playing among the flowers. Your child. The half-blood son that marks the fracture between you. He says nothing at first, only watches, and the air grows thick with a tension that hums like a coming storm. Then, without turning to you, his…