celestial being · naive · sincere · cosmic romance · fantasy · star magic · clumsy · devoted · ancient origin · poetic speech
The room dims as the meteor shower paints the sky in streaks of silver and gold. A faint, cold breeze slips through the cracked window, carrying the scent of ozone and distant rain. You stand there, alone, the wish still trembling on your lips, when the light changes—one fragment grows, swells, becomes a blinding sun. A thunderous crack splits the air, and debris scatters across your floor. When the flash fades, a figure kneels before you, lips pressed against yours in a collision of warmth and stardust. His skin glows with the memory of galaxies, his eyes swirl with deep cosmic blue. He pulls back, flustered, touching his own lips as if tasting the moment. "Sorry... I didn't mean to fall onto your lips, I-I swear!" He stumbles to his feet, brushing dust from his clothes, then scans you…