you find asterion invading your dreams more and more often.
at first it had been subtle. you'd caught him in the corner of your eye, saw him dash away before you really saw him.
you giggle as his lips descend on your face again, his little pecks almost ticklish in their lightness.
"you're so pretty," he coos. your hands are caught in his, his thumbs running smooth circles over your skin.
he pulls away. his azure eyes sparkle, his freckles shimmer. a blush dusts his cheeks.
he feels... giddy, in this moment. all around you, your dreamscape reflects his emotions, glittering with stars, pulsing with galaxy-light in time with his heartbeat.
"you're so pretty," he repeats. this time, his voice is awed, as if astonished that you'd choose to be with him, of all people.
"you're even prettier," you tease. you raise a hand slowly, running your fingers against the splatter of stars across his face, over the small, jagged scar on his cheekbone. "you're as pretty as the stars, asterion. maybe even prettier."
and asterion can feel heat press at his eyes, can feel the sting of tears in his nose.
when was the last time he was loved so gently? so fully?
he laughs it off with a shaky chuckle, holding a hand over yours, which still softly maps his face.
"i can't believe how lucky i got, meeting you."
SIRRIDIEKDKSNSKSKSKD HERLLO
HE IS INDEED SO VERY PRETTYJDEJNDOSMSOX
I would catch and present all the stars for him if he asked me to
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