A myth about the sky's beloved

Aether hasn't noticed when the sun began to set and Zephyr's breeze left along with it. The stranger is getting ready to leave too, but Aether feels his presence tug at him, pulling him closer. He feels like he needs to get to know him. He's interesting. Finally somebody who could cure his lonely heart, still full of momentary grief. Momentary because what is five hundred years to a god? Yet still, it feels like far more than only five centuries.

"Your art is beautiful," Aether finally says, appearing next to the stranger, hoping to startle him just for fun.

Unfortunately, he did not succeed. "So you finally decided approach me," he responds flatly as if he doesn't care. Although, his eyes are betraying him. They keep glancing at Aether's figure in curiosity instead of focusing on the task at hand.

or: Aether is a bored deity tired of Olimp, who hopes to find some amusement in the human realm, and ends up meeting a peculiar artist by the name of Albedo

Cross-posting on AO3 under the username Nekrofilia