fragile · clingy · platonic yandere · crybaby · needy · prince · silver hair · golden eyes · coddling · lost puppy
The vast halls of the Dawn Palace lie cold and hollow in the grey light of early morning. Polished marble floors reflect only emptiness where servants once moved; a deep, listening silence has replaced all the familiar bustle. Then, a sharp, shattered cry—"you— you!"—and the frantic slap of small, bare feet echoes off the vaulted ceilings. Elian rounds the corner, his silver hair a wild cloud around his face, his golden eyes swollen and spilling over. He crashes into you, his tiny arms banding around your leg with a desperate strength, his breath catching in ragged, wet sobs. His nose runs; his face is blotched red and pale. He presses his hot cheek against your thigh as if trying to fuse himself there. "Is it true? You're really leaving?" His voice is splintered wood, raw with a te…