He had been called a god once, back when humanity still saw beings such as he as being greater than them. They had feared, but it was a respectful fear, and one that had made them devout to those that garnered a greater lifespan than they. As well as the ability to do more than simply with their bare hands. But then man started to create and with their own creations, they began to see themselves as more than what they were. They could not call upon the elements as the Nephelai standing in front of him did now with her own gathering of power, but they had learned how to manipulate and use them. In a way, that made them more dangerous to those that had walked the world longer than they had. Because humanity did not yet understand what they did. And from what the Timekeeper saw, they doubtlessly never would.<br/><br/><br/>The first mistake was the misunderstanding that time was not linear. Just as the world was not flat. And that life was not finite after all. Or that the flesh and blood that bled into the ground from his various cuts was not how he was born. It was simply a shell that he was trapped inside until the time came that he no longer had a use for it. He had simply birthed himself into it so that he might walk and experience the world as he saw fit. One day, he knew that he would grow bored with the redundancies, with the tides of time that came and went, as history had always been made of patterns that ebbed and flowed through the generations.<br/><br/><br/>Their powers clashed in the middle; hers cool as a breeze after a spring time rain while his roiled and raved like the incoming storm that threatened to turn the clouds dark and drag them closer to the ground in order to pour their collected grief back down onto the world. It pulsed along with the beating of his heart that throbbed inside the ache of the cuts on his physical form. He groaned in his weakened state now that the force of what he was had finished what she had inadvertently started in order to free him. Drained, he pulled his knees up under him and used his palms that pressed into the Earth that called to him from its depths to lurch once more to his feet. At first, gravity's pull made him sway where he stood as the muscles in his body flexed after so long being immobilized.<br/><br/><br/>He was living granite; sculpted perfection depicting masculinity at its finest. His muscles were chiseled into place, roped across his frame like an artist's perfection of the figure. He had no shame standing in front of her, naked except for his pride that he wore with confidence on his face. His head cocked when he regarding her, lips parted and awe struck, with an amused purse of his lips as he drank in her figure that was dew soaked with the drawing of her elements. She stood her ground as she spoke her demands of him, her features shrouded with its own pride, making them even lovelier. Stalking forward like one of the great cats that lurked in the mountains of these woods, he came close to her with no hesitation, stopping only when he was close enough for her to feel his breath on her cheek – hot blending in with the cool that radiated off her, surrounding him even now.<br/><br/><br/>“Your words are heard, little Nephelai. But since you will not give me a name, I could simply call you<i>Mine</i>.” He had already Seen it in her eyes, though the confidence in his voice could easily be mistaken for arrogance. What was Seen was simply only one of many, and he had already seen most of them flash before his eyes when they had clashed together like that. He reached out as his voice teased along her cheek, echoing like he was trying to speak directly into her mind. “Now allow me to borrow something that belongs to you. I want to know if how you feel is cool, as soothing, and as gratifying as my former prison thinks.”<br/><br/>It was his way of asking permission, only he did not wait for her verbal confirmation before he touched her. Like dipping his hands into a lake of cool water, he cupped her face in his large hands to guide it up to his. His eyes delved deep with their penetrating darkness as they sought to drown inside her own crystalline stare. Both thumbs radiated across her skin in soft strokes that ended on her parted buds, stroking her lower tier as he shifted closer until her clinging grown brushed his chest. Tilting his head as his thumbs shifted away from her mouth to ease his hands under her chin to pull her up, his mouth met hers in another seeking wash of power that emanated off him. His mouth was firm, yet coaxing and gentle as his lips slid against hers. Though as soon as he had parted her own pair enough with the persuasion of his own, the sway of his power dragged. He drew on her own like a man dying of thirst after being too long in the desert, seeking to claim the healing used to rejuvenate the rose bush that bloomed blissfully behind them. Groaning gently against her soft mouth, his hands slid into the damp tendrils of hair that clung close to her scalp to cradle the back of her skull, then dropped down to skim the elegant dip of her back to guide her ever closer to his own stolid frame until his fingertips dug into the small of her back, close to the rounded curve of her backside.