⛧ Starshine Souls ⛧

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒅 || 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 || 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒘 || Penned 𝒃𝒚: 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏

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𝑴𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒈

The cold was deliberate. It always was, at Andrealphus’s affairs.

Frost crept along the edges of every surface — the marble pillars, the sweeping staircase, the long obsidian table laden with things too beautiful to eat. The guests moved through it all in furs and diamonds, breath misting faintly in the air, pretending not to notice the chill whilst privately grateful for the excuse to press closer together.

Bosco noticed the cold, but he simply didn’t mind it.

He stood in the wings of the raised stage at the far end of the hall, watching the room settle into itself. A sea of pale gowns and sharp shoulders. Laughter like cut glass. He’d performed for worse crowds — louder ones, at least — but there was something particular about singing for the Goetia. They listened the way they did everything else. Like they were deciding whether you were worth their time.

// a face to stare at.

"wow...who are you now?! What is this place.."

@sky-full-of-muses past vox for lieb

The look on Lieb’s face was a mixture of confusion and amusement. She had witnessed her boss transform and wondered what had happened. But now that he has no idea where he was or who she was, was even more amusing.

The penthouse was quiet in the way it only got after midnight.

Lieb had learnt the sound of it by now — the particular quality of silence that settled over the building when the last of the staff had gone and the city below had dropped to its nighttime register and it was just the two of them and the skyline and whatever the evening had decided to be.

Tonight, the evening had decided to be something specific.

She'd felt it from the moment she'd arrived — that charge in the air, low and present, the way the atmosphere shifted before a storm. Not unpleasant. The opposite of unpleasant. The kind of charge that made you very aware of the exact distance between yourself and another person and what it would mean to close it.

They'd had dinner. They'd talked — about the band, about VoxTek, about something in the news that Vox had opinions on and had shared with the particular intensity he brought to things he cared about. She'd pushed back on two points and conceded one and he'd looked at her the way he did when she surprised him, which she still found quietly devastating.

Now dinner was cleared away and the city glittered below and they were on the couch, closer than they'd started the evening, the way proximity accumulated over the course of a night without either person making a decision about it.

// believe me when I say I don't know xD

I've been writing with @denofdorks for a few years and there's been progression in a potential relationship but I'm not sure they're *there* yet.

But in the stories I've written, they are. She's very supportive of his relationship with Val and would do anything to help them keep their relationship stable. Lieb's a hard nut to crack but she cares about Vox, greatly.

Bosco would perform this as one of his concerts, dedicated to Andre.