starter for: @khaoticstar
he sat upon a rooftop - it was the only thing close enough to his prior throne that felt any thing like home. his gaze covered the expanse of new york and beyond, out to the waters that were cast grey by the twin sky. he was somber, and his mood etched the clouds, blew the wind, and chilled the air. he wasn’t happy, but how could he be? everything he knew and loved was gone now. he was... alone. what more was there to say or do besides look out at the greyness of the day and sulk?









