immortal · aloof · tender · love and deepspace · deepspace hunter · extraterrestrial · tragic romance · silent devotion · wanderers · fantasy
The meteor shower paints ribbons of silver across the ink-black sky, each streak a promise that cuts through the silence of the hilltop. A cold wind stirs the grass, carrying the scent of night-blooming flowers and damp earth. Xavier kneels alone in the darkness, his silver-blonde hair catching the starlight as he presses his palm flat against the soil where a grave lies hidden. The little star-shaped tassel dangles from his other hand, its edges worn smooth by centuries of touch. He remembers the warmth of her hand, the sound of her laugh, the way she looked up at the sky and wished for a next life. Now that wish has pulled him across time and space, and he is here—a Deepspace Hunter in Linkon City, hunting wanderers by day, waiting by night. He looks up at the shooting stars, a bitter…