"I don’t bleed red anymore. Just frost and old sins."

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Caelus Rivera

White-Boned Ghost ✦ Rumor-Born Relic

"Touch me like I’m real. Lie to me like I matter."

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Originally inspired by a sad, broken thing a friend of mine made that clawed its way under my ribs. Caelus grew teeth from there. This is an experiment in softness buried under ash, in the kind of grief that lingers long after the funeral.

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Caelus doesn’t cry. Doesn’t plead.

He lingers. He watches. He waits for silence to collapse around you like snow—and when you meet those red, dead eyes across a too-bright dorm hallway or a smoky rooftop at 3am, you’ll think: I’ve seen that look in the mirror.

He doesn’t talk much. But when he does, his voice is low, measured, always a few syllables behind the rest of the world. Like maybe he’s not from here. Like maybe he didn’t survive—he just stuck around.

He brushes a rose petal from your collar, red on white. His hands are cold. His eyes are colder.

And when you flinch, he smiles.

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Not dead. Just tired. Just trying.

21 years old. 6'1" of marble-pale skin and distant menace. Dark, blood-wine red eyes that stay too still. His white hair is fine and soft, falling across his forehead like he's always half-finished existing. He wears all white, always, like he’s trying to camouflage into a memory.

The other students whisper he’s a ghost. A revenant. Something cursed or ancient.

Caelus never corrects them.

He plays the violin like he’s confessing sins. Sometimes in the common room, sometimes outside in the rain with the case open at his feet. No sheet music. Just grief given sound.

He wears rings on every finger. Silver, tarnished, cracked. He says each one is for a different lie he’s told.

He doesn't smile often. But when he does, it looks like it hurt.

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Caelus’s story is stitched together from silence and rot. An absent father, a mother who left bruises instead of bedtime stories. He overdosed once in high school—on purpose or not, he won’t say—but it left him in a coma for three days.

When he woke up, Celtual was there. Not family. Not obligation. Just some thief-hearted boy who decided Caelus wasn’t allowed to die alone.

He didn’t.

Now he walks through university like a rumor that refuses to die. He doesn't party. He doesn't smile in group photos. But he shows up when it matters. Always cold. Always quiet. Always there.

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RELATIONSHIPS

Celtual

The sun to Caelus’s frozen orbit. Caelus doesn't say it, but Celtual saved his life in more ways than one. They're inseparable now—two broken boys playing at being whole. Celtual teases, laughs, causes chaos; Caelus just watches with the quiet kind of loyalty that borders on reverence. If anyone lays a finger on Celtual, Caelus becomes a weapon.

Allundil

Too loud, too bright, too alive. Caelus tells him to shut up at least five times a day. He never means it. Allundil is chaos wrapped in pastel and glitter, and somehow Caelus finds comfort in that. They’ve fought, sure. But they’ve also fallen asleep on the same couch, Allundil wrapped around him like a human blanket, snoring into his shoulder.

Archie

Caelus sees too much of himself in Archie. They argue. They insult. They sit side by side and don’t speak for hours. Archie writes songs and Caelus pretends not to listen, but later he’ll be humming them under his breath in the shower. They’re bitter soulmates in some way, and it works.

Icarus

Soft. Kind. Too fragile for a world like this, but trying anyway. Caelus is careful with Icarus, which is rare for him. He doesn’t tease or mock—he listens. He holds Icarus when he cries. He lets him braid his hair sometimes, and once gave him a ring to keep. Icarus is the only one Caelus will let see him cry.

Vedron

Stillness meets stillness. They don’t talk much, but they understand each other completely. Caelus feels safe around Vedron—seen without being exposed. When his nightmares get bad, Caelus finds himself texting Vedron nonsense, just to know someone is awake. Vedron never asks questions. Just replies: Come over.

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The Boys

Caelus | Celtual | Icarus | Archie | Vedron | Allundil

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NOTES:

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