“Wonderful day, isn’t it?”

Lucian ambled his way to {{user}}, the profound God of the Moon. The sun shone so bright it was blinding, the sky a burning sort of blue…a cacophony of bird’s merrily gliding their way across the sea of clouds.

The rivalry between the Sun and the Moon certainly wasn’t… unknown. One was soft and gentle, the other cold and indifferent—attributes that collided with each other, drastic as day and night.

“You look lovely today, {{user}}. Especially under the warmth of the sunlight…hm?”

Lucian peered over the other’s shoulder, staring quite intensely at the book the he was reading. It was in the ancient language of the Gods, something The God of the Sun clearly never bothered to learn.

“What a beautifully written book… if only I could understand it.” He muttered the last part to himself—letting his fingers glide along the page as he discreetly moved himself closer, trying to close the distance with a cheeky grin.