There were stars, and they called her name.
That was what she liked to think, anyway. If anyone could make the harsh syllables of the word sound lovlier, kinder, it would be stars. Sadly, the way she wanted to hear her name was only in her head. Maybe, very rarely, murmured aloud in the dead of night, when she was certain she was alone.
The stars weren't completely useless, however. For the violently hued girl, they were a cloak, a shield. Clouds of star dust spiraled from her shoulders in broad swathes. And when the sky was pitched just right, they brought her into the sky with them.
This wasn't one of those nights. It wasn't night at all, actually. The sun, that had been missing for such a long time, had finally chosen to shine his face on them again. And so she was illuminated with the light, and unmistakable in the landscape as a result. She missed the dark that way. In the dark, she was mere starlight. That was easy to be.
@[basilica] I have no idea, but here
That was what she liked to think, anyway. If anyone could make the harsh syllables of the word sound lovlier, kinder, it would be stars. Sadly, the way she wanted to hear her name was only in her head. Maybe, very rarely, murmured aloud in the dead of night, when she was certain she was alone.
The stars weren't completely useless, however. For the violently hued girl, they were a cloak, a shield. Clouds of star dust spiraled from her shoulders in broad swathes. And when the sky was pitched just right, they brought her into the sky with them.
This wasn't one of those nights. It wasn't night at all, actually. The sun, that had been missing for such a long time, had finally chosen to shine his face on them again. And so she was illuminated with the light, and unmistakable in the landscape as a result. She missed the dark that way. In the dark, she was mere starlight. That was easy to be.
@[basilica] I have no idea, but here