The Lonely Traveling Soul

He used to buy wine and flowers in his youth, but it no longer feels the way it once did.

He is an upright artist who draws adult comics, and a sly shut-in.

He is a cold, aloof God of Time who neglects his duties to grow flowers, brew wine, and pursue a wife.

Sly, “legally loli” bottom VS tsundere, sharp-tongued top

Beneath the dark willows, crows cry. He stands in a single robe before a small red-doored house. In his youth, he knew nothing of sorrow.

Once, he was a bold young master who cared for the world, stood alone atop the highest peak, and laughed as he spoke of its ways. But the years have passed. Neither heaven nor earth has a place for him. The clouds have scattered, and his lofty ambitions have left him covered in wounds and burdened with a vile reputation, reviled by posterity. He has no words to explain himself to the world.

What is love, in this mortal world? Not until...

What sort of contract did he end up making with this bizarre god, by some twist of fate?

“Heh. What do you have left in the end?”

“I'm not left with nothing. Having him is enough.”