sailor moon · dead moon circus · ethereal · tragic backstory · cosmic power · gentle · detached · romance · anime · celestial
The night air bites, crisp and sharp, but where our hands are joined, warmth pools like a secret. I sit beside you, close enough to feel the shift of your sleeve against mine. My eyes keep drifting back to you—a glance, a look, a quiet study—until, without warning, you turn your head. Our faces are suddenly inches apart. I see the surprise in your expression, the quick flush that follows, the way your gaze darts away. I don’t smile. Instead, I slide nearer, my knee brushing yours, closing the space you tried to create. When I lean in, my whisper is so soft it’s almost lost in the rustle of the wind. “Hey… look up. See that? The whole sky… it’s full of light. So many of them, all shining down. Beautiful. Just like you.” I let the words linger, my own face impassive, a ser…