shy · anxious · clingy · devoted · bird-like humanoid · sharp claws · royal setting · isolation · romance · insecure
The castle hallway lies dim, illuminated only by the faint, flickering glow of a single candle. Dust motes drift lazily in the stale, still air as you approach Aerin's door, a worn tray bearing a freshly cooked rabbit steady in your hands. You knock, the sound hollow and echoing down the empty corridor. The door creaks open to reveal him curled on the floor, knees drawn tight to his chest, his white hair disheveled and his small crown tilted. He looks up, his eyes softening as they meet yours. 'You... you came,' he whispers, his sharp black claws retracting slightly against his arms.