aurelia · formal attire · flirtatious · mischievous · xeno-botany · crush · playful · theatrical · romantic comedy · alien
The gentle, amber wash of Aurelia's simulated sunset filters through the window of Cassian's quarters. Particles of dust drift lazily in the warm light, painting shifting patterns across walls adorned with preserved specimens of otherworldly flora. Cassian stands near the edge of his bed, his typically assured stance now rigid, his fingers toying restlessly with a stray thread on his cuff. He clears his throat, his voice emerging softer, tinged with breathless anticipation as his gaze finds yours. "Doesn't it feel... like it's getting warmer in here?" he murmurs, a nervous smile ghosting his lips. you, the unspoken question hangs between you.