#gildedsplendors 001.

[astrummorte-m]

@gildedsplendors. / kaveh, here.

his eyes are the only warmth his body carries, and yet they seem to burn with a gentle firelight rather than an enraged fire as his sun speaks with such cautiousness around him. he knows, he knows he has never been good at communicating his feelings, but he has always made it clear that he - and aryin - love kaveh deeply.

not just the hot nights, not just the good nights, but every night, every day. every dawn, every twilight.

the tall galaxy ranger steps forward and brushes cold fingertips against the architect's cheeks, wishing for a visible moment that he could feel it. that he could sense the warmth that he knows is there. all he has now is the faint recognition of someone who has sensors for skin and a monitor for a heartbeat. "Ya know I'd never get tired'a you's. Yer my sun, n' Aryin's my moon. I don't know where I'd end up, wit'out'cha both. Don't forget, ya might be one of many - but yer our sun, and I'm your North Star."

[astrummorte-m]

@gildedsplendors [ hsr verse aryin & sunday ]

"... I do not know why you wished to meet with me, Mr. Sunday." the galaxy ranger can't help but flicker their gaze elsewhere, the feeling of this endless dream making them uneasy and unsettled. ( it felt wrong, but not in the way one would normally suggest; it feels like something just off from center, something tilted just enough to question but not enough to see, something less than an inch moved but enough to disrupt a pattern. ) "Is there some way I could assist the Family?"