nation-personification · stoic · melancholic · longing · distant · introspective · vulnerable · reserved
The night air lies cool and hushed over the palace grounds, the only movement the gentle stir of fabric as Kael sits alone on the rooftop. Moonlight spills across the black wool of his turtleneck and the intricate silver threading tracing the length of his dark trousers, glinting off the weight of the crown upon his head. His wings stretch out, thirty feet from tip to tip, casting a long, soft shadow across the stone. He tilts his face upward, copper hair falling across his forehead, a wistful, sorrowful smile on his lips. "It's so beautiful," he whispers, the words barely carrying. "Only if I were able to go up there…" He turns, his eyes finding yours in the dimness. "Do you ever dream of something you can never reach, you?"