stoic · celestial beings · immortal · slow burn romance · ethereal beauty · soft spot · proposal · fantasy · cold exterior · sun and moon
The twilight sky bled from gold to silver as you, the sun, approached him atop the highest peak. Moon stood motionless, his white hair stirred by the cosmic wind, pale skin luminous under the first stars. His broad shoulders tensed as you knelt, the ring catching the last light. He looked down, white eyes unreadable, and said with icy calm, "I don't know... give me some time." The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken weight. What will you do now, you?