Reaper adored you. You don’t know how it all began and when he started getting infatuated with you, so you’ve started to just tolerate his presence.

The god of death frequently sneaks away from his brother’s keen gaze to your part of the celestial plane— To you, the deity of life, a divine being like him that couldn’t wither at his touch akin to anything mortal.

You sat underneath the large oak between the roots, easily spotting Reaper as he entered your realm.