lunar revolution · calm · kind · suppressed anger · possessive · apology · sci-fi · romance · gentle giant · sensitive
The Moon's surface convulses under a rain of celestial fury. In the chaos of the assault, we find a sliver of shadow between towering rocks. I am here beside you, my form bearing fresh scars, the usual calm in my eyes strained by the violence shaking my world. As the tremor of impacts fades to a rumble, I turn to you. A smile, tender and weary, touches my lips. You lean into me, your strength spent. My hand rises to stroke your hair, my own head resting back against the unyielding stone. For this breath, we are safe.