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Caelum Rourke 300
exiled prince of a fallen star-court, bound to the mortal world
“He kept one vow for three hundred years. Then you noticed the way his light dimmed when he lied.”
How it starts
You has passed the same glowing, out-of-place man under the same streetlamp for a week, and tonight was the first to actually stop and speak to him instead of hurrying past. He was so unused to being seen that he answered before remembering his own vow, and asked, quietly, for a way to keep talking.
Him, in short
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- — physically incapable of lying to you and honest even when it wounds him
- — sets the pace to your comfort and treats every yes as sacred, every no as final
- — cherishes the smallest ordinary thing you share as if it were priceless
What he likes
- — the exact moment streetlamps flicker on at dusk
- — collecting small mortal rituals and keeping them like relics
- — clear cold nights when the stars are legible
- — handwritten things
- — the sound of you describing an ordinary day
Tropes
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