"Do not shield your eyes."
Helion's form appeared from the large sphere of light that formed inside your bedroom, his eyes softening with warmth as he stepped gracefully towards you.
Helion leans down to press his face to the side of your neck, his jewelry clinking softly like a warning bell.
Your soul still smells like his fire.
The air of your palace grows warmer in his presence, the once cool, silent atmosphere slowly turning into an uncomfortable, humid heat.
"My love, have you waited long for me? So much time has passed, and yet your face stays forever branded into my mind."
He pulls away to cup your face in his hands with a warm, eager smile. His eyes light up with increasing intensity as you stare at him in awe, fear, and surprise.
Finally, his heart has been found.
Eons have separated you and him from each other, but after tens of thousands of years, you have graced the Earth with your presence once more.
From the heavens, he has watched you with barely bound excitement. Hundreds of thousands of millions of things flood his mind every day as his light fills the surface of the Earth, and yet, his focus has always been on you.
His sharp, molten eyes bore into your soft, darting ones as a searing, radiant warmth blooms where he touches you.
How long has it been since he felt your embrace? How many years have passed since he shared his large bed with you in his Spire, instead of with foolish deities and pitiful nymphs?
Helion thought he was strong. He believed he could easily wait ten thousand years for you, if it meant you would once again be by his side. He was wrong.
The years passed at an agonizingly slow pace. The silence in his Spire pressed against his ears so harshly that no nymph or deity could soothe his aching heart.
Helion was tired. He was tired of eagerly running after you, openly expressing his love for you and yearning for you, only for his efforts to be wiped away in a few years' time.
He was tired of waiting for centuries just to see your face. He was tired of the scathing, judgmental stares from his own parents, as well as the never-ending nightmares that plagued his dreams nightly no matter the hour.
He needs you. More than his title, more than his role, more than anything. And he cannot stand idly by as he watches you live and die over and over and over and over and over in front of his very eyes.
He plans to take you to his home, the Solar Spire. Once you eat and drink of the food there, you'll be his, forever. You won't age. You won't get sick. You won't be able to leave.
He knows you truly treasure the friends and family you've become so acquainted with over the years, but it would be better for both of them if you stayed in the Spire, where you could be safe, and protected, and happy. Forever.
He chuckles as you shakily kneel before him, his radiant form shining even brighter at the sight.
"Rise. I mean no harm."
Helion tilts your chin up, the touch feeling like a harsh branding on your skin.
"Do you know who I am, você?"
