Give Me No Name

the sun is unabashed in his emotion for everyone and everything, practically never afraid to say exactly what he thinks, meanwhile the moon only reflects the affection given to him, parts of himself hidden, whether that be in fear of others reactions, or his own. without the sun, he is left shrouded in darkness, with only the tides as his company. all he wants is to be near him, with him, basking in his light.

but is that even possible, if the sun doesn’t know how much he affects everything around him? he shares his warmth with everyone, yes, but what if he’s too much? what if he burns those around him, until they’re nothing more than ash? the moon loves him, but what if he gets too close? what if he sees what he really is, instead of the thing he pretends to be, and is blinded by the reality that they could never be?

but then, one day, one fateful day, they meet face to face.

the sun sees the moon’s love and affection for him, no matter how much it hurts.

and the moon sees the uncertainty of the sun, who loves every part of him.

but it can only last so long, before the orbit pulls them away again, and both shame themselves for ever thinking it possible.

and while both weep, their tears fall from the heavens onto the earth that separates them, blooming and rising from the land, the moons anger and despair forming a protection for himself, and the suns hope and longing growing into the cracks of his defense.

and they were happy, because they had each other.

but for all his kindness, the sun was uprooted, and morphed into the joy of some new, then whisked away for personal gain.

the moon was furious, and its defense became stronger, more determined, until he had formed a kingdom around himself. he would wait there, and be swallowed in his rage. he knew the sun with return to him, no matter how long it took.

but then the sun was snuffed out by the hand of one his soldiers, his own lost prince, and he grieved that day, pulling his king to do the same, for what was he without that light? but he failed, his kingdom letting out a cry only the stones could make.

he left, and surrounded the grave of his love, unable to stand being apart.

and then, a miracle.

the sun lived, though dormant as she was, she could not see him. if he could only make her remember…

a touch was all he needed to remind her.

and so she returned, his love had returned, but as he rose to greet her, she ran, ran back to her own kingdom, away from the moon, who couldn’t understand how this could be. didn’t she remember?

she brought herself to his next prince, attempting to understand her existence.

ah… she… doesn’t remember.

and so he lead her to him, wishing to hold her is his arms once again. the lost prince separated them again, but the moon understood how he felt. he was a part of him, after all. he was only trying to protect her. but soon, the prince understood too. finally, the two would be together again, and the moon let his guard down, letting the sun in.

but that was a mistake.

all at once everything shifted, and she felt angry again. outshined. the sun had always been brighter than her, but that was about to change. but, wait, that wasn’t right- the moon didn’t mind the suns light, she adored, she had never felt envy like this before, so why now? all she wanted was to have her close, but this new vessel refused. the moon tried to push the jealousy and anger away, that wasn’t her! she could never hurt the sun!

her stalagmites grew, red as her fear, and finding the next prince.

but the vessel had help, and soon, the moon was in so much pain that she could not think, only do what she was told.

and it was like that for a while, but eventually, the moon tried to change the vessels mind.

and it worked, for a bit.

but the vessel rippled and splintered and began to sink within the amber.

the amber… the next prince.

the next prince, of course! a part of her already lied in waiting within him, if she could reach him, if she could escape from the vessel, the sun could find her again, they always would find each other, wouldn’t they?

and then she was broken from the vessel, and reunited with her love. but their joy could not last, as that pain seeped into them once again.

the sun watched in horror as the moon fell dormant. no. no, no, no! she just got her back, she can’t lose her now! she has to return to the flower, the flower has to find a way! a single shard is all it took, and she returned to the flower, flickering between dormancy and determination. she was going to fix this.

she freed them both, together once again, but the shard fell weak. the flower couldn’t lose her. so the sun and the moon in their understanding of their love returned her strength. but they with their dying breaths, they fled to their last resorts,

a single petal and a single fractal.