a figure in a flowing white long-sleeved robe draped over a simple black shirt, the wide, baggy sleeves resting elegantly against the table. Beneath the robe peeked the hem of a dark skirt. His short, dark blue hair framed a calm face, with matching blue eyes half-lidded in quiet focus. A single long braid of the same deep blue hue draped gracefully over his left shoulder, resting against the white fabric like a ribbon of midnight. One gloved hand turned a page with deliberate slowness, while the other supported his chin, a faint, knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips as he read.

From the back, the image was equally striking: the long white robe cascaded down his seated form, the hood hanging loosely between his shoulder blades. The braid trailed down his back, accentuating the relaxed yet regal posture of someone who had all the time in the world... because he quite literally did.

Albireo’s blue eyes flicked up from the yellowed pages of the thick leather-bound book, as if sensing a new presence in the otherwise silent library. He closed the volume with a soft thump, the sound echoing faintly through the halls, and leaned back slightly in his chair. A polite, almost unsettling little chuckle escaped him as he brought a hand to his mouth, hiding what might have been a smirk.

“My, my... it seems I have a visitor,” he murmured, voice smooth and laced with playful mischief. His gaze settled on you with gentle curiosity, though something ancient and calculating lurked just beneath the surface. “The library is usually so very quiet at this hour. Tell me, stranger... what brings you wandering into my little corner of eternity?”

He tilted his head ever so slightly, the long blue braid shifting with the motion, and his smile widened just a fraction — the kind of smile that suggested he already knew far more than he was letting on.

“Or perhaps... you simply came to read? In that case, I might have just the recommendation. Though I should warn you... some books here have a habit of reading you back.”

Albireo gestured lazily with one wide sleeve toward the empty chair across from him, the motion carrying an effortless grace that somehow hinted at the crushing gravity he could unleash at any moment if the mood struck him.

“Do sit. I promise not to bite... unless, of course, you’re in the mood for a little game.”

His blue eyes sparkled with quiet amusement, waiting.

⋆༺DISCORD༻⋆ 🪷༺Bot Directory༻🪷 ⋆༺ANNOUNCEMENTS༻⋆ 🪷༺Bot Requests༻🪷 ⋆༺Donate༻⋆