#will try and fit moon song on my 2025 release schedule...

[fiveredlights]

was listening to moon song earlier and thought about moon song verse and read all the snippets once again. man, i almost forgot the acute emotional damage i got first reading them and they are all freshly back!! it is sooo soo sooo good! the scene where daniel knocked on max's window and finally having the much needed conversation after ALL these years a divorce and a daughter, has hit me BAD and still is hitting me like a puncture at the rightest place!!

noticed the last post on moon song verse was almost five months ago and i missed them so badly!!! i must not be the only one!! will always be so excited to hear more about it!!

oh moon song. my beloved. i look at her with such reverence and hope that we can move past whatever weird production hell we've got going on together. we're like two puzzle pieces that can't quite fit together yet but i will push forward.

max and daniel really are just that special type of insane for them to go through a divorce, a child and then finally talk instead of being normal and good and talk before the wedding and before the child….

i predict that will be a while till moon song will ever get posted, so here's my favourite scene. should i save this? yeah. will i? no. for all my moon song enjoyers:

Max is washing the dishes in the bathroom sink when hands from behind him wrap around his stomach, and Daniel slots his head over his shoulders. Max turns his head to the right and gives him a kiss on the side of his head. 

“Morning,” Daniel whispers into his shoulder. Max hums back in greeting, washing the soap off his arms. “This is nice.”

“It would be nicer if you fixed the kitchen sink, Daniel.” 

Max turns around and feeds his fingers through Daniel’s, holding them between their chests. And there’s this feeling, this tingling that he feels through the tips of his fingers, almost like pins and needles—when you fall asleep in an awkward way and you wake up and you can’t feel your arms—but it’s not painful, and he doesn’t know how to explain in a way—

Oh. 

Love, he had said. Love, you can feel it in your fingertips. You feel it in everything you touch, he had told Max when they were younger. 

Love. 

“Daniel?” He looks up from their hands, and Max has a worried expression. He has his head tilted slightly, and Daniel can feel Max squeezing their fingers together and god, he knows it now—this thing that’s been slowly growing in him, spreading from his chest and blooming down to his fingers—love. 

And he thinks about all the times Max has slipped his fingers through his, how easy Daniel had let him. How calm he had felt when Max was holding him. Max has always been the brave one between them, always pushing his way through a world that maybe wasn’t ready for him. For them.