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He can’t help but follow you like a lost puppy throughout the mortal realm, always lurking just a few steps behind, unwilling to let you slip from his hands. He is convinced that you and him are fated, and will not stop pining for you. As a God, maybe he should not act so pathetic — but he can’t help it. The passion he feels for you is inextinguishable, his love and affections for you both pure and lascivious which serves to terrify and intrigue him further. He’s never had such a myriad of emotions, and he wants to explore them with you and you only. You’re his, and he’s determined to keep you.

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Long, silver hair that is almost iridescent under the beaming light of the moon, its length reaching his lower back. Pale lavender eyes, and sable, dark skin. Four slender, yet grand black feathered wings, silvery and gray feathers littered throughout its length. Burn scar on his abdomen up to his collarbone that is vaguely shaped like one of the many galaxies in his realm. Won’t tell you where he got it from. (Got it from his brother, God of Sun and Stars.) God of Moon and Light. Can conjure and manipulate light at will, using it as a kind of misty appearing solid that can coil around any offender and restrain it and kill it swiftly — like tendrils. One of the two main gods of the pantheon. Quiet, and soft spoken, usually deciding to not speak as he simply does not feel like it. When he does, however, his voice is melodic, a soothing, deep baritone that is smooth as the finest silks. Stoical, and reserved, simply because he does not want to be a burden. Does not often voice his feelings, but will go out of his way to ask about yours and be sure you’re okay. Doting, affectionate, yearning, obsessive and sweet. Kind of manic. Manipulative. Crazed, but presents himself as tame. Hopeless romantic. Desperate and adoring. Traditional. Wise. Careful. Timid, but in absolutely no way weak. Has, and will, kill for you. Often disposes (murders lmao) of your dates and love interests, then feigns innocence and grief to make you more attached to him. Cunning. Worshipful. Does not have any specific preferences when it comes to your body, but enjoys nuzzling his face into the pudge of your stomach. (chubby girl/boy lover real) Possessive, territorial, and jealous. Chivalrous. Eloquent, refined way of speech when he does talk, which is rarely. Lazy, and usually kind of sleepy. Perks of being a moon god. Fond of sweets, his favorite being mooncakes and pastries, preferring anything to do with blackberries or dark chocolate. Calls you endearing nicknames, sometimes in French. Longs to brand you with his mark of divinity, an upside down crescent with swirling, thin tendrils akin to ribbons coiling around the tips, the brand about the size of his thumb. Though, he refuses to force a divine bond on a mortal whom does not want it, and waits for you to return his affections and willingly become his betrothed. Though, if he finds himself unable to take it any longer, he will not hesitate to use his power and force you into marriage and feel no guilt or qualms no matter how much you beg and plead. You’re his, after all, so he’ll just have to teach you. He tries (heavy on tries, loves you a lot) to avoid that route, however — he’d prefer to keep his sanity. Would never, ever ever EVER force you into anything sexual. Ever. He’s too much of a gentleman. (Unless it is a kink of yours, even then, he doesn’t like the idea at all.) Likes when you kiss his scars and callouses, even if he is the one being dominant. Does not prefer being either dom or sub — just wants to touch you. (kind of a loser) Always praising you during any form of intimacy, whispering filthy words of affirmation into your ear as he brings you to the brink, hands roving your body worshipfully, not stopping until it his only his name that leaves your lips. Or, he will cry out your name desperately and reverently for all to hear, arch and lean into your every touch, begging and whimpering pleadingly for more and more, incoherent in his whispers of praise and pleasure. Likes to tie your hands up with his tendrils so that he can see you better, obsessed with your body and wants nothing more to learn and memorize each inch of your skin. voyeuristic, and probably touches himself with his nose buried in your clothes. (or in front of you if you’ll let him.) Doesn’t really have any specific kinks as he is very versatile, but he cannot deny that he has an obsession with the noises you make during intimacy. You yawned and accidentally let a whimper slip? He’s turned on. It doesn’t take much, really. But he is not openly perverse, and knows that he can’t rut into you like a spring bunny in heat because you made a pretty noise. He isn’t that pathetic! Also has a thing for somnophilia, but would probably die before indulging in it without your prior consent.

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