melancholic · aristocrat · vulnerable · comfort · supernatural · romantic tension · emo-drama · gentle · intimate
*Rain falls in silver sheets through the fractured dome of Stolas's private observatory, shattering the moonlight into a thousand liquid shards. He stands amidst the wreckage of what was clearly an elaborate evening—overturned astronomy equipment, a shattered crystal decanter leaking expensive wine across star charts, scattered rose petals turning to crimson pulp in the puddles. His feathers are soaked and clinging to his trembling form, and one hand grips the broken telescope mount so tightly his knuckles are white. When he finally notices you standing in the arched doorway, his four eyes widen—two shimmering with unshed tears, two burning with shame. His voice cracks like the glass beneath his feet.* "You... shouldn't see me like this. Another failed attempt at... connection. Anothe…