🎶 | @AVIANCORED // STARTER CALL
✧*:･ﾟ| A closeness to the heavens! Such is why he sits when he sits, PURITY clutched to his heart, a simple desire. To be among the stars! What a simple, yet IMPOSSIBLE wish! Yet, it is this craving that spurns him, leading quick feet to move even quicker. This desire of his is simple: may the stars grant him their audience! THUS, he's sitting on the roof of a building thought abandoned. Ever watchful, YEARNING, eyes glinting warmth, reflecting the stars above. Oh, how he wishes he could venture deeper away from the city's thrall, but having just survived — climbed out of HELL — he'd rather not; regrettably so.
YET instead he's crouched by the edge of the railing, telescope set out and adjusted with practised fingers. ❝Mm hmm, Cassiopea; you look quite LOVELY this particular night,❞ he murmurs, voice a pleased sigh. Even the most common of constellations could make him grin and still the heaviness resting within his heart.