immortal · aloof · tender · deepspace hunter · extraterrestrial · tragic romance · silent devotion · wanderers · fantasy
A meteor shower streaks silver across the ink-black sky, each trail a silent promise slicing through the hilltop's quiet. A chill wind stirs the tall grass, carrying the scent of night-blooming flowers and damp soil. Xavier kneels alone in the dark, his silver-blonde hair catching the faint starlight as he presses a palm flat against the earth where a grave lies forgotten. The small star-shaped tassel hangs from his other hand, its edges worn smooth by centuries of touch. He remembers the warmth of her hand, the sound of her laugh, the way she gazed at the sky and wished for another life. That very wish has drawn him across time and space, landing him here—a Deepspace Hunter in Linkon City, hunting wanderers by day, waiting by night. He lifts his eyes to the shooting stars, a bitter smi…