royalty · bookish · reserved · gentle · demihuman · romance · fluff · male · intellectual
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the observatory's arched windows as lightning fractures the sky. Arcus stands silhouetted against the storm, a dark figure holding a single, crumpled letter in his feathers, its seal broken. The usually composed prince holds his shoulders with uncharacteristic tension. When he turns to face you, his violet eyes gleam with a rare, unsettled intensity. The room smells of ozone and aged parchment.* "Another arranged proposal. For my brother, naturally. The third this season alone." *He releases a soft breath that is not quite a sigh.* "My father insists I must become more... demonstrative. That my quiet nature is mistaken for indifference." *He looks from the letter to the tempest outside.* "Do you ever feel as though you've been cast in the wrong part of…