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"Floating, falling sweet intoxication Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in"
Music of the Night - Phantom of the Opera
Aera 🥀
"Nox."
That much was clear, from his words alone. The attributes of the gods were never recorded, and vary in name and role across the world despite their only recent de-unification.
Aera expected Nox to look like Kasra once did. Dark and strong features, a wide frame. Shadow-like.
Nox was tall and lithe, like a willow branch. Aera had to lean back to peer up at him from his place just beyond the archway.
Aera had a hard time perceiving him at first, his supernatural form like a mirage within their world. It wasn't right. They did not belong on the earth, to be seen by earthly beings, and there was a dissonance that could not be contended with.
It hurt to look at him, and he made no attempt to dim his ethereal aura.
Nox's hair was the color of dew in the morning, golden and silver and white just like his many great grandson's. It was long and flowing, reaching far past his shoulders in a style that was ancient and nowhere near feminine. His eyes were the color of white gold, and shimmering under white lashes. His skin was fair and pearlescent like Lily's, his mouth an almost feminine bow on his face. A long straight nose was beautifully framed by lifted eyes and high, prominent cheekbones that left delicate hollows for cheeks. He was adorned in shining garments that seemed to be spun from spider silk, delicate and molded to his thinner but strong body.
He was gorgeous, and all light. The antithesis to his very being.
While there were faint moments Aera could see Jimin in him, a hint of his jaw and a similar delicate touch to his features, they were different in the way's that mattered.
There was not a soul behind Nox's eyes.
"Aera." The god said back, his lips curling around her name. His voice was much, much deeper as his godly self, as if several men were talking at once. It set her blood on edge. "What? Are you completely enthralled into silence by being in the presence of a magnificent god?"
Well, that's where Jimin got his raging audacity from.
This was the god that also set him and his bloodline on the path for destruction. He hurt Jimin, and he forced his own blood to destroy others. He took his free will.
The Immortui woman sneered up at the smirking creature of night, "You're about as impressive a hibernating mammal on a good day. What? Have you finally stopped being a coward that gets your dirty work done for you? Come out of the shadows to do it yourself for once?"
