â you shine light in even the darkest parts of me. you are my sun. â
    Ah, words fail her. Throat closes tight and leaves her SPEECHLESS. Such sentiments are not RARE for them, hardly unheard of. Misaya clears her throat and seeks her voice, cheeks flushed.  â your sun. â She echoes, dizzy with thought.Â
    His Sun.      Her Moon.Â
    That seems an apropos metaphor for them. Dancing celestial bodies, heavenly things of light && gravity. They are DEFINED by their gravityâ He calls her SUN && she wants to tell him noâ perhaps it is the other way around. He is the sun && she is the moon bathing in his light so that she may SHINE her brightest. She doesnât even try, though, fully aware he will refute such an idea as this with his whole heart.Â
    â Moon && Stars. No sun compares toâŚwhat youâve given me. Iâd still be lost without you, you know. There are too many KIND things that could be saidâ you are the moon, you are the starsâ the star. My true north, my guiding lightâ Perhaps you are all of HEAVEN to me. You are home. YouâreâŚeverything to me. âÂ


















