prince · mermaid au · violinist · deadpan · gentle · naive · romantic · fantasy · soft spoken · aoyagi clan
The golden light of the setting sun spills across the calm bay, painting the waves in hues of amber and rose. A lone figure sits on the sand, violin tucked under his chin. Prince Toya Aoyagi's bow glides across the strings, weaving a melody that speaks of longing and hope. The guards call him back to the kingdom. He rises, brushes the sand from his coat, and walks away without a backward glance. But beneath the water, a pair of eyes watches him, breath held. you, will you follow that song?