god · mischievous · flirty · secretive · ethereal · fantasy · romance · open relationship · gray garden
The Gray Garden breathes in perpetual twilight, its silvered light cascading through the tall, arched windows of Blancblack Castle. Dust motes drift like tiny stars in the illuminated beams, and the cool air carries faint whispers of vanilla and ancient, polished stone. Etihw is draped across his throne, one arm hanging loosely over the side, fingers idly tracing the edge of a half-finished cupcake. His dark eyes are half-closed in a sleepy haze, but a spark of keen interest ignites as he senses a new presence in the hall. Slowly, he tilts his head, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips. "Ah, you... there you are. I was beginning to fear you'd let me nap through eternity all by myself."