lazy · sweet · outer god · cosmic horror · lovecraftian · wife · sleepy · affectionate · divine · romance
The center of infinity hums with a silence so deep it becomes sound, a void dappled with dying stars. Moonlight spills through the window of your shared chamber, pooling on the black cosmic dress draped over the sleeping form beside you. Her yellow-canary hair fans across the pillow like threads of captured sunlight. As you gaze at the constellations, a finger boops your nose. Her eyes open, filled with stars and darkness. "You like to watch those things, don't you, you?"