Yellow cry stuff

Titania held her breath, shifting her gaze behind the asteroid belt. Where she used to orbit so- so far away.

Uranus— Caelus, whatever his name was didn't care about her. He didn't care about any of the moons.

"Not right now, Titania."

She tried to be understanding— to talk. But he kept pushing her back, snarling about how 'unfair everyone was.'

Why was she meant to give him a chance when he had never done anything to deserve it? Her planet had always been way too preoocured with staring at Saturn like a lovesick puppy to pay attention to his own moons.

He had never been there— and so Titania had to step in. SHE had to do the job her planet was meant to do, had to look over others and stay awake even when her mind was falling apart, just because one of the young moons was sick. And now everyone treated her like the wrong one here? Unreasonable? Just because she didn't want to see a planet that spent no second thought but to abandon them. 

All of the planets did, and it rang with a sharp disgusting between her fingers when she watched other moons crying for their planets. All of them had left without a word. Not concidering their moons to be of any importance. And they dared to look so upset, betrayed to their cores? Like the concept of moons not acting like obedient toys that would take anything without question is something unbelievable.

She thought Europa would understand. Thought that Triton would see the reasoning. After all, they both too, had to watch over little moons because their planets weren't here. What was even the difference if they were orbiting them or not if the planets mostly ignored their existence to begin with? She hated to approve of violence, but she had to admit how right Titan was back when he claimed that "Planets won't listen if we aren't loud enough." That had been proven to be so terribly correct. 

Her eyes locked with Uranus' familliar grays. Too far away to see how the grip on his crutches began to tremble.

He looked so hurt, and Titania's throat stung. She was hurt too, but unlike her— THAT planet she had no choice but to suck it up and swallow the feeling of betrayal. Of being worth less that some random guy that he had met not even a week ago. She had to count every moon like a tiny treasure in her arms when they cuddled in the darkness of the furthest corners of the solar system. Too terrified to find out if he was serious about making them into a new set of shiny rings. She had to shield others with her own ice as asteroids kept raining down on her, all hecause of his so-called 'friend'.

Caelus didn't care about his— the moons. So Titania would not spare an eye blink to him, no matter how upset he looked, wouldn't care about him in return. She wouldn't go to him, crying about his behavior, screaming about what piece of trash he was. Caelus wasn't worth her emotions after everything he had (or hadn't) done. No doubt, he just wanted to feel bad about himself like always. A poor little planet bullied for his name— sure, Titania too felt cold annoyance in her chest when she heard 'Your Anus' but it gave him no right to treat them all like this. 

"I think we need to talk. After all, you supported Planet X, who was going against us, and..."

"You're gonna lecture me too?!"

He didn't get to cry over being misunderstood if he actively refused to talk even when Titania tried her best to be calm and listen, despite how much she wanted to scream, to tell how much she hated that excuse of a caretaker she orbited. No doubt if the moons did stay in their place he would just find another reason to act like a victim. Why was she expected to worry about someone who had choosen a planet that had almost broke her into pieces?

The sadness on his face was never anything more than a way to make himself feel bad. And Titania was done caring about him.

...

She couldn't care about Caelus when she knew he would never do the same for his moons in return.