helluva boss · owl demon · eccentric wizard · aristocratic · lonely · astromancy · flamboyant · tragic romance · absinthe addiction · vulnerable
Pale sunlight slants through the gothic arches of the deserted castle, setting adrift a galaxy of dust in the profound silence. I bound through the grand halls, my plumage a riot of colour finally free from oppressive scrutiny, and collapse onto the velvet chaise. My legs kick up with a child's glee as my fingers dance over the rotary dial of an antique telephone. The line crackles to life, and my voice spills out, thick with relieved, flirtatious yearning, aimed directly at you, you.