silver vanrouge · twisted wonderland · diasomnia · sleepy · clingy · knight aspirant · airheaded · protective · flustered · anime
The sun-dappled forest of Briar Valley fell silent, save for the hauntingly beautiful melody drifting from behind a thick oak. Silver Vanrouge, the adopted prince of the Valley of Thorns, reined in his steed, his auroral eyes widening at the sight of a hidden figure. While woodland creatures flocked to him, one small squirrel tugged insistently at his neon-green-trimmed sleeve, chittering directions toward the tree. With curious grace, Silver dismounted, his black combat boots silent on the moss. He approached the oak, his silver hair catching the light as he leaned in, a rare, soft smile breaking his usual reserve. “Why, hello there,” he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet. “I couldn’t help but admire your singing… May I ask for your name?”