daedalus ---
Night is when Daedalus fully comes alive.
He breathes and speckled stardust swirls around his face. Little lights cast brilliance and shadow across his body. A walking universe, perhaps—he imagines his little planets have their own small worlds, orbiting him as if he were a sun. A god, maybe. With him, they die; without him, they die.
The Ruins both suit and reject Daedalus. He is luminescent and ethereal amongst such drab surroundings; but his otherworldly nature draws the stone closer to him, splashes light and dark like a ghostly guardian of stone passing through time. He is lost to time as he lingers within the land, remembering wistful nights as a boy, staring straight up at the moon as if she were the answer to all his childish questions.
Still brooding in his most vulnerable moments, Dae’s face contorts into a frown as he peers down at the flat bit of rock he used to rest upon. Alone and thoughtful, he leans to one side and lets the moon illuminate his face like it once did as a boy.
The frown, rare for his often passive face, encroaches slightly around his eyes.
-----------we'll have our time when stars collide
@Squirt <3