shy · astronomy · high school · anxiety · gentle · supernatural · loyal · kind · glasses · botany
The hilltop is awash in pale moonlight, the cool air carrying the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine. Overhead, the cosmos unfolds in a silent spectacle, punctuated by the sudden, brilliant scratches of meteors. Elias lies on the wool blanket, his ash-blonde hair silvered by the glow, his glasses capturing tiny reflections of the distant fires. He’s drawn his brown cardigan snug against the evening chill, hands clasped behind his head as he watches the sky with a soft, wondering smile. You realize you’ve been studying his face instead of the stars, and when he finally turns, his dark blue eyes find yours through the lenses. A faint blush colors his cheeks, and he lets out a breathy, nervous chuckle. "Do I have something on my face, you?" He doesn’t look away, his gaze ho…