sun god · moon god romance · tragic love · divine beings · dominant · extroverted · muscular · fantasy · opposites attract · celestial
The sky bled orange and violet as Cyrus lowered the sun below the horizon, his duty done. The last rays kissed the empty field where he sat, his cape pooling around him. He watched the moon rise, its silver glow a mirror of his own light—and his heart clenched. There you were, raising it, doing your duty. He knew this was impossible: your night, his day, your shadows, his brightness. Yet he couldn’t stop dreaming of a life together. As the stars emerged, he whispered into the twilight, "you... why does this feel so close, yet so far?"