#louterstella

𝓡omarriche :

ϑ𐑞 Romarriche doesn't mind your so-called "pathetic" nature nearly as much as you do. He accepts you for your imperfections and flaws, accepts your clumsiness, your weak mind and nervous stumblings. He isn't the type to be put off by you - and he always makes sure you are aware of that at all times. Whether that be by taking your hands in his and telling you directly, or giving you a few cookies he made and kept from Merold's greedy hands, just for you.

ϑ𐑞 He'd rather you ask him for help directly instead of overexerting and hurting yourself just to not bother him, but knowing you, he is required to keep an eye out for you at all times to step in at just the right time before you hurt yourself in an attempt to "not inconvenience him". As if that were possible... He loves coddling people and caring for them - and you as his partner are not an exception. So you can rest assured, Romarriche will always be there to help you with anything you need. No matter what it is, he will be readily able to provide.

ϑ𐑞 Whenever you do inevitably hurt yourself once again, he is the first to be right by your side to patch you up, soothe you and provide you with all the delicious sweets and teas you could wish for to calm you down. He knows of your weakness like no one else and he will always make sure you are safe and comfortable, no matter in what way.

ϑ𐑞 Despite his gentleness towards you, he is insistent on helping you find your way towards managing your own better, without depending on him at all times. And he is happy to teach you all that you may need : cooking with you, keeping your arm steady with his hands guiding you on how to properly stir and fold ingredients, showing you how to fix up the buttons of your shirt without drawing blood from your finger and . He loves watching you succeed a little more with each try, watching you grow with the memory of who you once were safely tucked into a corner of his mind.

𝓒ielomort :

ϑ𐑞 He isn't the type to be annoyed or put-off my clumsiness or weakness - much the opposite is true : the more you need him, the more you rely on him, the more relieved he feels. To be someone you can depend on and entrust yourself to is one of his greatest wishes aside from staying by your side until the very end of time, the latter of which you have promised him in return with adorable eagerness.

ϑ𐑞 His strength measures enough to keep you safe and he never fails to remind you of that whenever you find yourself disheartened, hurt or upset. His room has enough space for the two of you and not a day passes where he doesn't assure you so. Every expression of yours - tearful, glad, anxious - is comitted to memory and while you aren't capable of hiding your emotions from him, he has it all memorized, always attentive and careful anout you. Because he knows how weak and sensitive you are, how deeply things affect you. And he'd never let that happen without stepping in.

ϑ𐑞 He is careful with you, even giving you grace when you attempt to play a game of chess against him. He is careful with what you gift him and what he gifts you in return. He is careful in the way he approaches you, compliments you and touches you and he relishes in watching the warmth in your face, the smile in your eyes and the laughter from your chest. He is careful with you because he knows how you are - and because he loves it about you.

ϑ𐑞 Though he finds himself worrying over you sometimes. Over the world that could potentially hurt you more than you - or him really - could ever take. He worries over the little inconveniences you experience just as much as the big things that set you back and yet he still awaits your presence with a genuine smile every day. Every day he finds himself grateful for being able to feel the warmth of your fingers against his own and every time your lips brush against the others, his wish to shield you from all that potential hurt burns brighter within his chest.

𝓛outer :

ϑ𐑞 Louter can relate to how pathetic you feel. He feels almost as pathetic whenever you are gone, silently reminiscing the feeling of your hand in his, your weight against his own body. He misses you far too quickly for his liking, but hearing you feel the same eases the weight pushing down on his shoulders just enough to ask you to stay over a few times more than usual. Just so the two of you can stay together a little longer and if you both end up falling asleep, at ease that you now have the light that each of you needs most then so be it.

ϑ𐑞 Usually, the two of you are a balanced couple : Louter loves cooking for you and cleaning your clothes for you after you stumble your way into another disaster, but sometimes, the two of you can be a big collective headache, especially the moment the both you decide to turn towards technology. With your clumsy nature and Louter's technical difficulty, one of you must always do a walk of shame down to Klark's workshop to ask for help. And most of the time, it's your boyfriend, desperately trying to keep you from feeling too anxious or tearing up too much despite your mistake.

ϑ𐑞 Whenever you try to return all of his favours to him, it always ends in a disaster that he fears you might take to your fragile heart. As such, he always makes sure to have enough flour, eggs and milk in the kitchen to bake pancakes for three, just to watch that precious smile of yours return to brighten up his view once again. Every time you smile, it feels like discovering the night sky for the first time all over again. Something explodes in his chest, right where his heart lays, filling him with a warmth that lingers even a few minutes after you leave. As such, he does his best to prevent your tears from falling, to keep you from crying despite how prone you are . Not because he views it as off-putting, but because it dims just how incredibly warm and valuable you are to him.

ϑ𐑞 His love for you is sweet and gentle, a simple magic spell that surrounds you like a blanket. Like your own shelter, right by his side, where he can see and protect you, where he can keep you close to calm the both of you with the knowledge of having each other. Despite your feeble mind and clumsy nature, you are the weight that ancors him and he is unafraid to show you just how much you mean to him any time he still can.

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The studio in the Little Twin Stars' Kingdom was silent, save for the rhythmic glide of a silver pen.

Louterstella sat quietly while looking at his paper, his tall figure poised elegantly on a low stool, like a star shining brightly, waiting for someone to make a wish.

Across from him, you—his little star—were focused on capturing his likeness. You followed the pale lilac of his eyes and observed how his pink hair, adorned with signature blue highlights, was pulled into a low ponytail that matched his twin.

"I can feel your gaze," Louterstella murmured softly, his voice a gentle, serene aura that seemed to fill the room. "It is... a strange sensation to be the subject rather than the observer."

"Does it feel like being under a microscope?" you asked, not looking up from your paper.

"No," he replied, finally looking away from his paper. His expression was soft, the one he usually reserved only for his twin, Klarkstella, or their lords, Kiki and Lala. "It feels like being seen. Though I must admit, I fear what the final lines will reveal. The unknown is always a bit frightening, isn't it?"

He returned to his work, his hand light and precise. His portrait of you wasn't a standard sketch; it was like a celestial map. He drew your silhouette using thin, gossamer lines, weaving intricate patterns of stars and star-lilies around your form.

When the sun began to dip, casting long, purple shadows across the kingdom, you both turned your canvases to one another.

Louter’s breath hitched. You had captured the quiet melancholy he often hid behind his duty—the "older brother" who feared solitude and the disruption of peace (?)

"You've found the part of me that wants to hide away," he whispered, his fingers hovering just inches from the paper.

He then showed you his work. You were centered in a galaxy of pastel colors and silver ink, surrounded by a bunch of bright constellations.

"The light is gone," he suddenly noted, looking toward the window where the stars were beginning to glow in the distance. He softly smiled at you, "Shall we stop for today? My hand is a bit tired, and I believe the tea has finally reached the perfect temperature."

As he led the way out of the studio, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back, the day ended not with a vow of protection, but with the simple, shared comfort of two artists putting their tools to rest.

I wasn’t really sure on how I should’ve written the ending so I’m really sorry if it’s kinda messy!

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