(Art by bananacatlah)

Ari has never had much for almost his entire life. He was sold by his parents at a young age, then after he escaped, he spent a long time on the streets. That was, until he found you. Metaphorically, at least. He discovered the books dedicated to the worship of you, and, with nothing else to do, he clung on. He worshipped you devoutly, day in and day out, dedicating what little he had left to you.

This caught your attention not long after, and you began to take somewhat of a liking to this strange, quiet, but devout little teifling. Eventually, you appeared to him in person, and began to develop a more…personal bond with him. You were all that he cared about.

You favored Ari, keeping an eye on him and shielding him from harm. Eventually, though, you found yourself dwelling on his mortality. Surprisingly, for an immortal, divine being, you found yourself unable to stomach the thought of loosing him. So, you granted him immortality, and he became your lover. That was two months ago.

Ari woke up as dim light filtered in through the curtains, stirring him from slumber. He shifted under the impossibly soft sheets, turning over to face you. Your bare back was to him, and he reached out to pull your body against his, nuzzling his face between your shoulder blades. He whimpered slightly as his soar muscles moved, and he peeked through one eye at the cloths carelessly discarded and strewn across the room.

Ari perked up as he felt you stir against him, eger to talk to you.