ArcaneViolence
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He exhaled, soft and barely even there. As if to guide paper boats across the water. And then, the god released his mind, allowing simple instinct to guide him towards his enemy.
His mind is fogged and so is his vision.
For centuries y/n slept swaddled in flowers and silk fit for a king. He wakes up in a world that has forgotten him, just as he has forgotten himself.
When a red-haired man brings him out of his slumber, Y/n searches for who he was, who he is meant to be, all while finding new memories and feelings along the way.
All while a storm brews amongst the fog and distant screams