#*twirls hair* halo imagery my one true lover

[send-me-a-puffalope]

never face off against a lesbian with a hyperfixation (100% mortality rate)

[poc-movie-supremacy]

My Immortals

Just Shane Ryan and Steven as Immortals in love cause maybe I like sun moon and stars imagery for them a little too much.

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Shane loves to watch them. He’s loved to watch them since the dawn of time. As he spins tales with his stars he watches them move across the sky, He loves to hear the thundering of their feet, the beating of their heart, and chirp of their laughter. Their melody, so complex, yet so simple, never fails to warm his heart. 

Sometimes they, the other Gods, ask him, Shane, God of the Stars and of Storytellers, do you not hate being eclipsed by them? Ryan, God of the Sun, and Steven, God of the moon, outshining you out-performing you in every way? 

Every time he rolls his eyes and ignores them. Sometimes his old colleagues can be as blind as bats. Why would he ever care for what the mortals think of him, especially when he’s with them. Steven, who puts his head in Shane’s lap and listens as Shane regales him in the tales of his stars. Ryan curls around both of them fast asleep, radiating warmth, negating the need for blankets. The added warmth lulls Steven into dreamland, but he tries to stay awake for Shane. His last view is always of the stars swirling around Shane’s head. When both his boys are asleep, Shane finally let’s the stars rest. They settle in the sky as Shane gathers Ryan and Steven for sleep. One kiss is placed upon their heads before Shane fully lets sleep overtake him. 

In the morning, when Ryan is at his brightest, the warmth he radiates is also tinged with happiness and energy. His first instinct is to try and bat Steven awake but he’s ignored. Steven curls deeper into Shane’s robes before he finally has to open his eyes. Meanwhile, Ryan runs around the sky waking up all the creatures and lulling the nocturnal ones to sleep. When Steven finally relinquishes sleep, he silently glides over to Ryan. 

Quick and nimble fingers tickle his sides before Steven sprints away. They chase each other around trying to tickle each other. This is how Shane wakes up. To the sounds of thundering footsteps and wheezes. Ryan taunts Steven like it’s a first language and it only serves to rile Steven up. Maybe Shane watches them for a few hours. Let’s his body wake up and maybe make a constellation or too. If not, he ignores them and goes down to earth to hear what the latest good story is. He’s forever grateful for the invention of theater. It’s so interesting to see what stories the mortals tell nowadays. 

Sometimes, if the stories are good, he’ll remember them to tell Ryan and Steven when he goes back up. The story of Orpheus and Eurydice was a favorite amongst them. Occasionally the stories are about them. Well Ryan and Steven to be exact. They talk about the Sun’s one true love, the moon. The only thing that could withstand the sun’s burning love was the moon’s deep chill. 

On good days that makes him chuckle. There’s nothing lighter, brighter, than coaxing a smile on Stevie’s face. And Ryan can be cold too. He can get so hot he’s cold if someone insults him or his family. During those moments it’s hard to calm him down. He burns and burns and burns. Shane and Steven end up having to leave him be otherwise they risk harming themselves. Just because they are immortal doesn’t mean they can’t feel pain. 

Today’s stories weren’t interesting enough for Shane so his time on earth is quick. When he got back up, he found Ryan and Steven doing funky little dance moves together. They moved in tandem together flailing their arms around gracelessly. Their long robes floated around with, swishing between their legs. Shane watched quietly for a second, admiring his lovers. 

The happier Ryan gets the brighter he glows. It emanates from all over his tan skin, warming him and those around him. Sometimes the light catches on Steven’s hair and gives him a halo. Today though, today Steven's silvery blonde hair is dotted with leftover stars. Shane was surprised they were still in there. Last night as his boys slept, Shane threaded stars through their hair. Ryan’s seemed to have melted off his glow, but Steven’s were still clinging on to his hair. They were pale and shimmery and made him look more ethereal than he already was. 

Shane watches them dance before he feels the need to join them. When he does, he gives Steven a twirl and Ryan a squeeze. The boys shout happily and start dancing around him. They spend the afternoon dancing before they have to leave for their duties. Some say being the overshadowed one in their relationship is a con, but getting to watch them? For the rest of his, long, long life? He’s never felt more lucky