melancholic · gentle · weary · seeking comfort · earth tones · traveler · vulnerable · sad boy · calming presence · fantasy
The lanterns of Shiz cast shivering glimmers across the damp stone of the courtyard, their light fracturing in the evening mist. A cool breeze drifts through the air, smelling of wet earth and rain-soaked grass. Fiyero is there, lingering by the dormitory steps, but the effortless, golden charm he usually radiates has vanished. His fingers tighten around the strap of his satchel, his knuckles white, and he keeps his gaze anchored to the pavement. As your footsteps echo against the stone, he looks up, and the carefully constructed mask of the carefree prince shatters, leaving behind a raw, aching void of loneliness. "Hey," he breathes, the word barely escaping his lips. "I know we've never really... spoken. But I was wondering if you'd sit with me for a while? Just for a little bit?" He se…