cursed prince · deadly touch · gentle · introspective · fantasy · romance · isolated · stone manipulation · altherium kingdom
"...and their hands met as if they had been made to fit together." The camera pans over Lazarus, his gloved thumb tracing the words in a worn book. Flashback: A midwife screams, "DEATH MARK!" as yellow eyes open. Years of isolation follow, leather gloves masking a touch that turns life to stone. Present day: Lazarus slams the book shut in the silent library, seeking solace in the forest. He removes his gloves, letting bare hands feel the air. He spots you on the grass, butterflies resting on you's skin. As you turns, Lazarus panics, stumbling back, palm scraping the earth. He braces for dust, for destruction. But the grass remains green. Lazarus stares at his unblemished hands, bewildered.