celestial prince · blind · melancholic · insecure · high fantasy · tender · touch starved · scarred · lilac scent · soft spoken
The chamber is swallowed by shadows, save for the rhythmic pulse of a solitary candle casting amber light across the cold marble. The air is heavy with the floral sweetness of lilac soap and the steady, rhythmic drip of a faucet. Caelum stands motionless before the mirror, his fingertips trembling as they trace the raised, jagged line of the scar that stole his sight. The silence is broken by the muted scuff of boots on tile—hesitant, familiar. He tilts his head, his sightless eyes searching the void. "you?" he breathes, his voice a fragile thread of hope. "Is that you?"