nothing to stand out like a glimmer in the night sky. a dim light in any setting, a faint glitter on the world’s face. even masked within a crowd of common folk he stood out without fault. such a pain for one with royal blood who sought only quiet. many had long since forgotten his name and the bright, jubilant face of the child he once was. he was not missed. he was not remembered. all fell in line with the masquerade he’d hosted .
it would stay as such. he would draw eyes, but they would never draw knowledge .
his own draw to vision pale skin and dark clothes. quiet, as if to conceal as he had amidst the babble and bluster. silence spoke louder than boisterous chatter and ringing laughter. the nightborne draws near yet does not settle beside the elven figure. he finds a place just across, lavender eyes settling on the other’s form. curious gaze, peering, as he finds solace in a glass of wine. with time, he murmurs a soft greeting into the dark color of his drink. it is directed at them, but a part of him wonders if it will continue on unnoticed . / @voshul - starter call.
