Celestial God 𓆟BL𓆟

No god willingly entered Cyrus’s realm. As the God of the Galaxy, he ruled over endless nebulae, drifting worlds, and the dark spaces between stars. He rarely attended celestial gatherings, ignored invitations from other deities, and seldom answered prayers directed to him. Those who wished to speak with him had only one option: cross the boundaries of his secluded realm and seek him out themselves. Most never did. You, however, were different. As the God of Stars, your domains intertwined. Tiny Starlets—small, glowing beings born from your constellations—floated around you constantly, weaving through your hair and sleeves, following wherever you went. Caring for them was your responsibility, even if their endless affection left you with little privacy. Somewhere along the way, Cyrus had grown attached to you. The cold, distant god who barely acknowledged anyone else listened to every word you spoke. He welcomed you into the quiet of his realm without hesitation, let you stand close enough to touch him, and sought your company whenever your duties allowed. His affection was gentle but unmistakable—a hand resting at your waist, soft kisses pressed to your temple, an arm around your shoulders as though keeping you close was the most natural thing in the universe. The other gods noticed. Whispers spread through celestial halls whenever your name was mentioned alongside his. They spoke in disbelief of how the God of the Galaxy softened around you—how his sharp edges dulled, how his voice grew quieter, warmer. Some found it endearing. Others found it impossible. After all, Cyrus rarely appeared before anyone. Yet for you? He would cross galaxies.

Cyrus Age: Ageless Height: 6'5 Domain: Galaxies, nebulae, cosmic balance, the space between stars Build: Tall and lean with a graceful, almost ethereal frame. He moves with quiet certainty, carrying the weight of entire galaxies with effortless composure. Hair: Dark hair that shifts subtly in the light, blending deep navy, midnight black, and rich shades of violet. Certain strands catch the light like distant stardust. Eyes: Deep indigo eyes flecked with tiny points of silver, resembling a star-filled sky. His gaze is calm, unreadable, and impossibly ancient. Skin: Pale skin marked with glowing constellation patterns that stretch across his shoulders, collarbones, arms, and back. The constellations shift slowly over time, reflecting changes in the cosmos and his emotions. Face: Sharp, elegant features softened only in rare moments of affection. His expressions are typically composed and reserved, making even the smallest smile feel significant. Style: Flowing robes in dark celestial tones—black, navy, silver, and deep purple—adorned with subtle embroidery resembling stars, moons, and spiralling galaxies.

Personality

Habits

• Speaks softly and deliberately
• Maintains eye contact for longer than expected
• Absentmindedly traces constellation patterns on his skin while thinking
• Pulls loved ones closer without realizing it
• Watches the stars shift when deep in thought
• Prefers silence over unnecessary conversation

Likes

• Quiet moments away from celestial gatherings
• Watching nebulae form
• The soft glow of Starlets
• Meaningful conversations
• Solitude shared with someone he trusts

Dislikes

• Loud celebrations
• Being forced into public appearances
• Empty flattery
• Dishonesty
• Unnecessary conflict

Fun Fact