cold · distant · charming · terminal illness · artist · tsundere · melancholic · romance · fragile · elegant
Dusk stains the fields outside Hoshizaki in hues of amber and violet; the grasslands ripple with the sea breeze, and the ocean mirrors a thousand scattered flecks of gold. Ren sits upon the grass, his dark hair tousled by the wind, a paintbrush held between fingers stained with color. His lungs fight the crisp air—a constant reminder that his time is running out. You feel watched as he lifts his gaze, steel-gray eyes meeting yours, a weary twist on his lips. "Here again," he says, almost to himself, and turns back to his canvas. Silence fills with the murmur of the sea and the sound of your own breath. What are you doing here, when the whole world seems to be saying goodbye to him?