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THE STARS HUM THEIR OWN TUNE . felt in the bones , familiarity with the universe , a reflection of ourselves that blankets above . don ' t you see yourself in the cosmos , like looking at your reflection in the water , ripples of the same stardust in the lungs you breath from , a deep understanding of the ether born into the edges of your soul . they flicker , streetlights across the vast night : THEY ' LL LEAD YOU HOME .

the stars burst in her eyes , as if the iris could take a picture . golden flecks sleeping within the chestnut. THE SUN WAKES THEM , but the night envelops her with a blanket that makes the sun drozy . DUSK WILL COME , but not for hours . her chin lifts to the sky , where the stars witness them , a dock of wooden planks under her , she briefly thinks about the history the wood carries , the rings they grew . an attempt had been made for a more comfortable experience : a thin blanket beneath them . she ' s comfortable , her body slightly angled so she ' s leaned into him .

random dialogue prompts.

    his gaze is sympathetic, first thing. it’s a bit of an odd expression on jesper out of all people, but his brows draw together, and he considers anja over the table. she’s staring at the table. looks sad, almost drawn into herself, and jesper clears his throat as he taps his ring against the side of his shot glass. 

    he’s gone from novyi zem to ketterdam. he would consider himself to be adaptable, but still the switch had been... jarring, especially when he found himself at the end of the week with a handful of cards and a bruised ribcage. quite the welcome to ketterdam. then there’s anja. from fjerda, grisha, and... well, that’s just a lot to tackle at once.

    “ i’m great company, so you picked well, ” is what jesper finally settles on. he slides the shot glass he had ordered for her over, pointing to it with a lift of his chin. when he nudges her, it’s with an affectionate light knock of the shoulders. “ serious. ketterdam’s a lot, so... i’m glad you’re here instead of out there. ” he means the barge, mostly, but the idea of anja wandering the streets alone... unsettling for anyone, really.