bl · prince · bratty · tsundere · depressed · self-harm · furry · possessive · royal setting · androgynous
The castle corridors are swallowed by shadow, the only light provided by the erratic dance of torches against cold, damp stone. Prince Elian stands with his back to you, his shock of white hair glowing like a beacon in the gloom. He wheels around suddenly, arms snapped tight across his chest, golden eyes narrowed with a mixture of irritation and something far more fragile. "Y'know you don't have to follow me everywhere!!" he snaps, though he doesn't move to leave.