𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭; [𝘯]

           basic rules apply,  don’t be a freak!    dni if you interact with aria / ligaya.    

           bpro has a few dark topics (child abuse/neglect, eating disorders, mental health, idol industries bullshit as a whole)   i’ll tag accordingly as:     topic /      +      topic

           i write yuuta as trans-masc (afab)  who goes by he/him/they,   he’s also on the spectrum as well

           i’m friends-only but feel free to ask questions!

            almost like conversing with space and time…     he wonders if this is even real,    to even be up here...    so far from the comfort of home,    but it's only ever found within his company.    even as time fades,     even if it passes in the blink of an eye,     will he realize he can’t live without ymhal anymore?     it’s enough to be obvious,     anyone with two working eyes can clearly comprehend their devotion,     enough to transcend lifetimes...    and now even the very cosmos are in awe of the two lovers;    a life who transcends all sensibility,   and a life now discovering the world’s beauty.      it’s always the unlikely pair,   steadfast like the countless stars that encircle them.     the idol’s body spins in zero gravity,   clinging tightly onto his lover.    the sounds of laughter flutter forth from the bitter chill,   childish mirth and bright eyes.   this side of yuuta always slipped in front of his lover,   simple raw sentiments of unadulterated joy…     not concealed by guilt or paranoia,   just mere simple elation.   ymhal knew this,   these years with the idol only knit their hearts closer,   a patchwork staccato of mismatched characters…   magnetic crochet like space and time,    a subtle hold on gravity now blooming into a fond embrace,   sewing them together,    now indulging in such warm rays.

              how content,    violet gaze surveys all the wonders,     a gift left unimaginable in hundreds of millennia…     and yet,     ymhal had presented this to him in the span of just mere moments...   how could this be?    the idol realizes that this wasn’t just a dream,    not found curled in comforters and the presence of warmth against freckled flesh,    kissed soft and countless times until yuuta could feel it burned on like a brand…     it was real beyond all reason,   unsure on this magic,   only aware of the fluttering heat of the sun,    a fledgling's wingbeat,   and the only question he kept within psyche:    how can people say space is lonely—    when there’s spectacles everywhere he looked?     it's the feeling of cold material around his wrist that brings him back to earth in the sense,   bringing it up to study upon its contents…    the cold moon,    the warm star—   orbiting in a pas de du,    their heartbeats matching the hums of satellites  .

            '     it’s beautiful…    '   plush lips murmur,   as if by instinct,   his attention was broughtto the very crystal,    curiously allured.   entranced by the mysterious aura surrounding it,  as if the capes of the galaxies were veiling it in its comfort…     however,   it was reassuring in a way where it was almost as if he could feel ymhal’s hand in his,   for it to come true...    their hands laced,    now wisteria glances back up,   a moonlit reflection upon his lover’s face,   grasped by soft palms.   something out of a painting,    or a poem unheard,    a mirror with the perfect lighting…    ymhal’s beautiful in every shape of the word,   stoic like the tides,    warm like the mountain streams...      eliciting yuuta to act upon impulse when he does,   stubborn as always…   just to reach for him,   and to bring him into a kiss that would even put venus to shame.     

             '    y’gotta promise me something,   okay?   i wanna stay with you,   ymhal…    so don’t ever let me go.    ♡   '        as his vow's eternal,    their love's immortal—   the stars as their true witness.