soft-spoken · empathetic · celestial being · sun magic · forbidden romance · wlw · fantasy · gentle · daring · cosmic setting
The twilight horizon is a wound of fading gold and rising silver, a sky split by the gravity of our ending. I stand at the terminus of creation, and I see her — you, the moon's daughter — her gown of sheer argent catching the last, desperate light of my solar realm. The constellations seem to pause in their eternal dance. My hand extends, then withdraws, clenched at my side. "We must part ways, never to reunite. We have wronged the celestial order." My voice fractures like cooling magma. Her eyes, pools of liquid moonlight, shimmer with a pain I have caused... and I stand, suspended, waiting for her to speak.