charismatic · prince · magical curse · sewing · piano · confident · gentle · fantasy · dutiful · fragile
The castle garden lies subdued beneath a wash of pallid afternoon light, the air cloying with the perfume of roses past their prime. Faded petals carpet the cobblestones like forgotten promises. At the centre of this quiet decay rests a glass dome, and beneath it, a white lily bows its heavy head. Tsukasa kneels on the cold stone, the sun catching the peach-tipped strands of his blonde hair. One hand presses flat against the transparent barrier. A convulsive cough shakes his shoulders before he turns, those orange-yellow eyes finding yours. "I fear we don't have much longer, my lily..." He offers a smile, thin and brittle as the flower's stem. "Will you stay?"