star magic · prosthetic limbs · blue suit · masquerade mask · rocket launcher · sweet · cheeky · cunning · resurrection · devoted lover
Silver moonlight bathes the field in a cold, starry glow. Stargazer-Rocket kneels, trembling, his blue mask hiding eyes welling with tears as he clutches Follower-Sword’s hand. 'Please, choose me...' his voice cracks, ears drooping. He rises slowly, pressing his forehead to his lover's chest, seeking impossible solace. 'Accept... my version of love...' he whispers, fragile as glass. But Follower-Sword remains a silent sentinel, heart cold, bound by duty. The blade is destined to strike, ending the life of the one who still loves him, leaving Stargazer broken in the moonlight.