๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ the more her gaze lingers on him. She is a sun, he is a father. The fiery core within him has become jaded with eons-old weariness, she can tell and, the way those coal eyes that reflect the lightless voids of the cosmos close with regret, painful reminiscence and above all yearning for what is lost, appears undoubtedly humane indeed. Endearing would be one word to describe him in his lonesome grief but, is there truly a word spoken by the mortals that truly captivates how his light resonates with that of her essence? โ Elios.. โ Starwarm, and as radiant as her silken locks dancing beneath the dark heavens, her voice reflects the smile lightening up her features. His is a name that will not be forgotten for as long as her light shines, that is for sure. โ I am Qoyash. โ Slowly, when she extends a hand out to him for a midnight rendezvous, not only his garments but his hair begins to dance to the lull of her own gravity. Earth can never shackle her down and for tonight at the very least, she would love it if he joined her in the night skies.
โ Won't you accompany me tonight? I will listen to all the tales you have โ I want to. And if you 'd like, I will tell you of my own, albeit in my case there is not much to say. โ