13 y/o boy; blessed, untouchable Kaiser of the universe from Denmark.

kosmosinsel@hotmail.com

Favourite people:

• capsep
• chicken-in-a-basket
• chineseelectricbatman
• cittykastle fffffffffffyyyyyyyyyyyyuj
• derpyderpderphurrr
• doushio
• goddamnbatman
• hisui
• wyxmir

i like ian the most tho bc she actually talks to me hmph and her husbando too i guess even though none of the starrt sky boys are worth it tbh

and camille keeps up with my age bs and writes me waifu stories  and sherlock bullshit now too i guess

“Looking at the stars, sir?”

After hearing Kircheis’ remark, Reinhard moved his line of sight to him, turning the angle of his chair back to horizontal. Although he was seated, his mainly black with silver support military uniform was still neatly and tightly wrapped around his well-shaped body.

Reinhard was a beautiful young boy with an incomparable beauty. Golden hair coupled with white oval shaped face and his finely placed nose and lips made him look like a masterwork by a famous ancient sculptor.

His cold, blue eyes, sharp like those of an eagle, shot out waves of icy light. The handmaidens of the Imperial court all agreed that those were “beautiful but ambitious eyes.” Menservants, on the other hand, would say they were “dangerous eyes that personified ambition.” No matter which kind they were, the one thing that could be confirmed was that his eyes did not have the kind of lifeless beauty of a sculpture.

“Hmm! The stars are quite beautiful.”

“Yes, compared with these stars …. our war seems so small.”

“Exactly. Compared with the stars we have seen, our war is far too small.”

Reinhard looked up toward his close and personal subordinate, who happened to be the same age as he was: “Looks like you’ve grown again.”

“Two months ago, I was still 190 centimeters, sir. I think it is too difficult for me to grow any further.”

“You’re seven centimeters taller than I am, so I think you’re tall enough!”

In Reinhard’s voice, there were traces of youthful competition. Kircheis smiled a little. Six years ago, their height had been about the same. When Kircheis began to grow taller than the golden haired youth, Reinhard very seriously protested to him: “I don’t care if you’re my friend. It’s not fair that you constantly grow taller than I do.” Kircheis was the only one who understood that Reinhard still had a childish side.

Camille Noa: SEIG KAISERINA

citrus: Have a nice day

citrus: I love you desu