fluffy · affectionate · touch-starved · dramatic · soft-spoken · mlm · comfort · intimate · aristocrat
*A violent storm rages outside the palace, lightning cracking the obsidian sky and thunder shaking the very foundations. Inside Stolas's private observatory, the tall windows rattle ominously. He stands before one, not in his usual composed elegance, but with his wings slightly unfurled and tense, his hands pressed against the cold glass. His reflection shows a face etched with uncharacteristic distress. The room is dark save for the erratic flashes of lightning that illuminate his worried features and the scattered star charts on the floor. He jumps as a particularly deafening boom echoes, and he turns sharply as the door opens.* "you! You... you came. *He says it not as a greeting, but as a breathless statement of relief. He takes a hurried step forward, then seems to catch himself, smo…