Cornelius Aurion✦ Prince Cornelius✦ Leo Woodall ✦ Thumbelina
KILL THE CHAOS, FIND THE BALANCE
APPARENT AGE: twenty-four
ACTUAL AGE: timeless (fey-born)
SPECIES: fey (winged)
OCCUPATION: displaced heir | wanderer of the underland
AVAILABILITY: taken
AROUND WE GO, CORENLIUS AURION
the day cornelius aurion was born, spring came early. frost melted from the stones overnight, blossoms opened weeks before their time, and rivers swelled with clear, bright water. the vale whispered it as miracle: their prince had called the season forth with his very first breath. he was a child of light, a promise in flesh, the heir who would keep their kingdom eternal. wings already unfurled at birth, golden as dawn. the court adored him before he even opened his eyes. but cornelius never wanted to be what they asked. he was too restless, too hopeful, too certain the world could be better if he only tried hard enough. his parents pressed crowns and duties into his hands; he slipped them away, chasing wonder where none should be found. reckless, they called him. bright, foolish, beloved. it was that same brightness that led him to her - a girl no larger than a dream, perched on a windowsill, who looked at him not as prince but as possibility. for one night beneath the stars, cornelius believed he understood love, destiny, all the things the court had promised and twisted. he gave her his hand, his wings, his promise, and thought it might be enough. but when she returned to the vale of the fairies with wings of her own, the story was seized and sharpened. thalia the miracle. thalia the omen. thalia the prince’s salvation. they crowned her in blossoms, placed her at his side, and whispered that this was fate. cornelius tried to believe, because he always believed. but belief can be its own chain, and his faith was as heavy as the court’s decree. when she fled, the sickness spread, and the vale began to wither. the land that once bloomed early for him now rotted with every season. he could not stay and watch it die. he would not. so cornelius left the crown behind and descended, landing in the underland of elise, chasing cures where light has never lived. he bartered with creatures who spoke in hunger, pressed his hands to stones that pulsed like veins, carried the brightness of spring into caverns that knew only rot. but fey are bound to the soil that bore them, and the underland does not give without taking. slowly, his light began to twist. the boy who once brought blossoms from frost now carried shadow in his veins. still he searches - for salvation, for thalia, for the promise he made beneath the stars. the boy whose birth once bent the seasons has become a wanderer of ruin, hope clinging to him like fever, faith sharper than any blade. whether he will return as savior or as curse, none can yet say. still,the vale waits for him, but it does not bloom as it once did.
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