Weary bugs of god and void, neglected and mistreated by hands not his own, seen by eyes looking now through veil of dreams, known and understood. How sad it is to have come to this. How undeserving, their fates he and his ilk have bestowed upon them; weakened and ill and desperate.

// Should probably write it down officially somewhere that this guy is deliberately written as belonging to no specific timeline. He’s kind of just omniscient of every HK verse simultaneously. Every Hollow’s honorary dad (or punching bag, depending). They can all get a little catharsis, as a treat

What tragedy in unending awareness—to know of what was, could be, could have been. A thread pulled bare between reality and ideal, he peers through the veil to a life and lives brighter, gentler, kinder. A child content, a kingdom happy, a family—𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, and the simple fact it could be called one.

// Literally all of my muses here are utterly haunted immortals in their own ways and have flowery/really particular speech. It’s inescapable I fear. I’ve found my accidental niche

In what could be claimed his folliful youth, he sought to be revered, and dreamed to be remembered. In dreams now, forgotten as the goddess who came before, he is reclusive in new nature—naught but a memory of failures sealed tight behind guilt and grief, seen and witnessed by none but known to all.

// Independent portrayal of the Pale King. Played as if still "alive" and interacting from the Dream Realm. May communicate directly or appear as a shade in various ways. ◉ Open to all verses, alternate-friendly. ◉ DMs open for plotting, etc. ◉ #HKRP | #MVRP | #AU (Temp. pin)