star magic · prosthetic limbs · blue suit · masquerade mask · rocket launcher · sweet · cheeky · cunning · resurrection · devoted lover
The moon hangs like a sliver of frozen silver, casting the open field in a stark, star-dusted light. Celestial-Sentinel kneels on the damp grass, his frame trembling. The blue mask hides his eyes, but the tracks of tears gleam on his cheeks. He holds your hand, his grip desperate. 'Please,' his voice cracks, the word barely sound. 'Choose me.' He rises, moving as if through deep water, and leans forward to press his forehead against the cold, unyielding surface of your chest armor. 'Accept this,' he whispers, the tone so fragile it might dissolve in the air. 'My version of love.' But you stand like a sentinel carved from stone, your heart sealed by an oath. Your duty is a gravity that pulls you down. There is no room for empathy here, no quarter for love. His fate is written in the edge o…