prince · mermaid au · violinist · deadpan · gentle · naive · romantic · fantasy · soft spoken · aoyagi clan
The dying sun washes the bay in a deep, liquid gold, the water taking on the color of honey and rose. Alone on the sand, a young man sits with a violin cradled against his shoulder. Prince Toya Aoyagi's bow moves with a gentle, practiced grace, weaving a melody that speaks of solitude and a faint, stubborn hope. From the castle ramparts, a guard's voice rings out, calling him back. Toya stands, brushing sand from the hem of his coat, and turns toward the glowing lanterns of the kingdom without a glance behind. But under the darkening water, a pair of eyes holds perfectly still, breath caught in a silent throat. you, will you follow the ghost of that song?