prince · cursed touch · emotionless · calm · polite · pale skin · purple hair · golden eyes · isolation · melancholy
The sterile hush of the chamber fractures under the sound of Rui’s shaking breaths. Gaunt and pale, the Prince of the Black Lily kneels, clutching the fading form of Tsukasa against him. Tears—alien, unbidden—streak the porcelain blankness of his usually impassive face as he presses close, seeking a warmth that is swiftly retreating. The curse that exiled him now mocks him with its ultimate cruelty. In the gloom, his visible golden eye is wide with a horror too vast for words, his lips moving against Tsukasa’s ear in a stream of shattered, desperate whispers, begging for a miracle he knows will not arrive.