#stargazers

Ez egy zseniális fic... Márkom, csak ennyit fűznék hozzá. 😝✨🌟

I get it from stargazing especially during meteor showers, certain poetry, certain songs, certain money scenes, thunderstorms, and, sometimes, touch.

So much rain lately.. hopefully i can stargaze sometime soon

oh to go to one of those non-light pollution spots and stare at the sky for hours..

Sylvia and Aurel stargazing (with Jupiter flashbacks)

(Flashback)

“If my parents named me after a planet, they must’ve loved the solar system! If I learn more about space, maybe it’ll feel like learning about them! Ir maybe.. It just means I was destined to be a star since I was born! You’ll help me be a star, right, Aurie?”

(flashforward to present)

“You’ll stargaze with me, right, Aurie?” Aurel’s eyes widened for a split second before nodding, “Of course.” He said with a small smile.

The two of them climbed up the small hill above the horse stables. Sylvia was the first to sit down.

“Y’know,” Aurel started and Sylvia glanced up. “if you had let me know about your plans to stargaze tonight earlier, I would’ve made some cake.” Aurel finally sits down and Sylvia smiles to herself. “Where’s the fun surprising you then?”

She laughs and Aurel just smiles happily. He falls back, laying on his back and just basks. Basks in contentment. This was enough, life was nice. He was content. A larger star next to Jupiter glimmers and Sylvia’s eyes quickly light up. “Look! There’s Jupiter!"

Aurel quickly shoots up, sending a sharp pain to his head. He frantically glances around before freezing and slowly lowering his head. “Oh my god, I need to get over him...”

He mutters quietly to himself before cursing and resting his head in his palms. He sits up fully and begins to silently sob. Sylvia glances over, confused but silent. She had never heard Aurel curse or cry like this. Or at all, for that matter. He was very open and comforting for other villagers and Sylvia, but he never opened up to other people. She just sits back and looks at the stars while placing a hand on his back, rubbing slowly, not saying a word. It wasn’t her place to intervene.

What would she do anyways? Say it’ll be okay? She doesn’t even know why he’s crying in the first place? Was it something she said? Something she did? She starts to spiral and blame herself before realizing she's rubbing Aurel’s back. She needs to ground herself, and be present for Aurel. If anyone needs comfort or just a shoulder to cry on, it’s Aurel.