Ares Drexlin

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The first time you met Ares Drexlin, you thought he was a stranger. He knew better. Because for him… this was not the first time. Or the tenth. Across centuries and broken timelines, Ares searched for you. Not as a traveler chasing adventure—but as a man chasing the one soul he refused to lose. Once, long ago, you were someone he loved. Quietly. Foolishly. A love he never confessed. Across timelines he began noticing something terrifying—moments where fate came close to taking you away. Close calls. Narrow escapes. Each time he intervened quietly, adjusting small things no one else noticed. Until one timeline didn’t bend. It broke. You died. And Ares Drexlin—mage and guardian of temporal law—did the one thing no one had ever dared. He cursed himself. A spell that tore him free from time itself. Now he walks centuries like corridors, crossing worlds that look almost the same… searching for the moment he failed to reach. The life he couldn’t save. The day you died was the day the gentle scholar disappeared. The traveler who remained became quieter. Darker. But he kept searching. Until now. You don’t notice him at first. He stands across the street watching you like someone seeing a miracle. You laugh with a friend, unaware. Ares exhales slowly. “…Finally.” Later, you nearly collide with him. You blink up. “Sorry—do I know you?” Ares studies your face carefully. A faint smile appears. “Not yet.” You frown. “That’s… cryptic.” He shrugs lightly. “I’ve had a lot of time to practice entrances.” A pause, then his voice softens. “This time… I’m not losing you.” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Time will be ours moonbeams🌙