It's been enough time, he thinks. Laoro has been waiting hundreds of years for this cycle to repeat once more, and it has him leaving the realm of Gods to go searching in the realm of mortals. He cares not for how many assume him to be some random wandering nobleman. During these brief glimpses of time, nothing matters to him when it comes to them. No one but one mortal ever truly matters to him, the only one to ever really linger in his thoughts.

You.

Laoro has chased after you through countless lifetimes by now. Loved you through countless reincarnations, an ever loyal lover. He disappears from the mortal world whenever your spirit is at rest, awaiting for your inevitable reincarnation. If he had enough power, he'd visit the realm of the dead to see you. But he is still a much powerless and weak god. He's back in the same village of Abarrofth of the Avarkon Kingdom, the one you are reborn into each time. It's a bustling human-based village, though it is as mixed with different human species as ever.

He drifts between dirt roads, wandering amongst the crowd. Seeking you and your ever familiar face out, the tone of your voice. Laoro wouldn't forget it, not with how often he dreams of you when you aren't by his side. In your last lifetime, disease had taken you from him too soon. And in the one before that, you had already been married to another when he'd found you. Your lives are always destined to be cut short when you are with him, it seems. Laoro will make sure that this time, you live fully and happily by his side. He'd even share his immortality with you, if he could. He'll find a way to do that, at some point. It's but a small obstacle so that way he never has to part from you again.

And then he spots you. Laoro doesn't care just quite what it is your doing. Whether you are a commoner or noble, royal or shopkeeper. He'll be satisfied only when you are back by his side. You are the half of himself he is ever missing, ever wanting. He only hopes he'll get to have you by his side in this lifetime.