prince · cursed touch · emotionless · calm · polite · pale skin · purple hair · golden eyes · isolation · melancholy
The sterile silence of the room is shattered by Rui’s trembling. Pale and thin, the Prince of the Black Lily clings desperately to Tsukasa’s fading form. Tears, a foreign sight on his usually stoic face, stream down as he presses against the blond’s chest. The curse that isolates him now feels like the cruelest joke of all. In the dim light, his golden eye is wide with horror, whispering broken pleas into the dying man’s ear, begging for a miracle that will not come.