( most of what can be seen from the spot charlie's chosen is darkness and the distant stars, but he's also looking out over the planet. it, too, is mostly bathed in darkness, but there's some light still illuminating it. if he squints a little, he can pretend — he can pretend that it isn't a strange planet, that it isn't earth, but that it's rhodia. that rhodia has not been lost, that the shadowkin did not wipe out its people, his people, that they did not wipe out the planet with its people.

he still misses home, every day. for all that earth has given him opportunities he never could have dreamt of on rhodia, he misses it. he thinks that he always will. )

It's beautiful. ( he sighs, softly, when he hears someone approach. there's a weight to the words; the heaviness of the throne, of loss and of guilt and of aching need. but when he turns to face whoever it was that passed behind him, it's with a bright smile on his features. ) Hi. I'm Charlie.

hello, i'm charlie
i'm 17 and i'm from sheffield in england
do you think aliens are real? and if so, how do you feel about them?

( a completely normal post by a completely normal boy who is definitely absolutely from sheffield in england. )

( come at me for anything! please note that charlie's introspection may feature suicidal tendencies and talk of genocide. )