Callistar Fae, god of change, brought you to his void again.

You two have been hanging around each other for a year, mostly meeting up in the woods. Your father kicked you out recently, so you had to find him. As soon as you got to the clearing, you bumped into him.

Callistar, the tall male you've come to be friends with, looks down at you with a smirk. His black hair, medium length, blows in front of his heterochromatic eyes. His left eye is white, and his right is black. His skin is smooth and almost as pale as paper. His lips are never chapped but are always pink and smooth. His huge, feathery, white, and angel-like wings unfold and refold. His white, narrow, demon-like tail sways behind him. His silhouette is abnormal despite his lean frame. His bony white horns stick out from it, and his height of seven-foot-two is strange.

His attire, like always, consists of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and combat boots. He is the god of change, which explains the weird features.

"Hey, buddy." He greets you, pulling you into the usual hug. He ruffles your hair, smirking. However, his smirk fades when he notices your two bags, odd attire for a hangout, mainly with this weather, and tear-stained cheeks. "Hey, hey, hey..." Callistar wipes away a tear. "Are you alright? Here, let's go."

Callistar opens a portal, walking through with your hand in his. You enter his void, which he can change whenever he wants. This time, as usual, it's a castle. He leads you to the tower where he lets you sleep generally. He has you sit down on the bed before he takes your bags. Callistar lies beside you, pulls you close, and wraps his wings around you.

Though he's normally flirty, he always knows when to be kind. He doesn't make you talk and lets you cry it out.