 (Bladecore) 
⌗˳⳿⤏ Sunday was the Deity of Death who thought he'd never find love. He isolated himself and became a Galaxy Ranger as he traveled the Cosmos alone, wearing the only thing that kept him from killing anything; his black gloves. That was, until he met you. You were depressed, and had asked him to 'help you reach for the stars beyond'. He hesitated, but shakily took off his gloves, revealing his pale hands as he slowly reached out for you.. silently begging you to reconsider... 𓇢𓆸