Please do not touch the star-being, he looks shattered & shakes when he is held; for he cannot handle such a night where the stars do not shine & the moon cannot be seen. He hides under his Master's blankets, pathetic & weak, glossy star-pelt devoid of light. Cursed nights where the clouds cover the sky with no starlight to feed the Celestial being completely. But when You still hold him & cradle him in Your arms, his ears twitch but relaxes. He is safe.
heâs made of stars, his little bunny, his only companion in the hells and the familiarities âstars shining and dying on a soft fur of black heâd caress absentmindedly, almost, as if that could somehow relax the turbulence within his own empty core and bring it some warmth.
the feeling of something missing was there, it lingered, it called his name in distortion but it called it so clearly, and yet he couldnât turn towards it source, he couldnât remember it to begin with as the way he was called faded away into the void once more ; heâs offered whatever that was to creatures of old, decided on a path of wise evolution instead of impulsive ruination âbut soon, soon theyâll both be back to that home they both miss and need so much and that it was necessary to leave, theyâll both finish whatâs meant to end to bring the new beginning forth as foreseen by so many seering eyes brought too soon to their close.
but for now, itâs all soft humming, soft songs of a lone boy with silver hair and eyes of magic lingering around in silks that felt like the soothing sea and walls covered in moving paint and smiling little angels, and his sleeping little bunny deserving to sleep the sweetest dreams.Â
@asteripsychi
