This is a piece directly inspired by art and the accompanying short fic synopsis by @strawberryjellystuff. Once again, thank you for letting me write it, Jelly!
Characters: Roman, Deceit (who is called Damien). Feat. a brief moment with Logan as Deceitâs father!
âLong ago, the moon was much larger. It covered the whole sky, and the nighttime was even brighter than the day.â
Damien stared up at his father wide eyed in amazement, and the king smiled.
âItâs true, little one.â
Logan brushed a stray curl back into place behind the little boyâs ear before continuing.
âThe sun grew jealous of the moon, and struck out. The blow shattered the moon into pieces, and those pieces were scattered all over the sky, and we called them stars. The man in the moon was split into many pieces, and each star has a part of him in it.â
The two royals looked up at the night sky.
âWhen you wish on the brightest stars, the moon can hear you. And if your wish is of worthy intentions, he may even grant you your wish.â
The eight year old prince shot to his feet and ran to the railing. He raked his eyes over the countless stars, searching for the brightest of them all. One particular star, the Northern Star, caught his eye.
Logan joined his son at the railing, and whispered.
âItâs just a story, Damien. Itâs not real.â
Damien closed his eyes and wished anyway.
Star light, star light, brightest star I see tonight, grant me a wish, by dawnâs first light.
I wish this wish with all my might.
That night, the moon seemed to shine a little brighter.
Damien dreamed of a boy made of light. While he slept, he played and laughed and danced with the Northern Star.
When the prince had woken up that first morning, he was disappointed to see his wish had not been answered. He longed for the companionship of another boy, like the one from his dreams.
So that night, he wished again.
Star light, star light, brightest star I see tonight, grant me a wish, by dawnâs first light.
I wish this wish with all my might.
Again he dreamt of those stars in the form of a boy. For twelve years, this cycle went on.
The boy grew alongside the prince, and they became best friends. It never once occurred to Damien to ask for the boyâs name.
He woke up every morning and was disappointed that the dream refused to join him in the waking world. He went to sleep hoping it would work this time.
On the eve of his twenty-first birthday, Damien decided to try one last time. If this wish went unanswered, he would never wish on a star again.
âStar light, star light, brightest star I see tonight, grant me a wish, by dawnâs first light.
I wish.... I wish to dance with the boy made of stars, for real.â
âI wish this wish with all my might.â
Damien waited, his eyes still squeezed shut.
By the tenth minute, his shoulders sagged in defeat. He turned to go inside, and froze. There, in his room, was a man.
Could it be? Was his wish finally answered?
âYour Highness? I have your tea.â
The princeâs heart dropped. He turned back to the railing and fought back his tears.
âJust... just leave it on the nightstand, please.â
âAs you wish, my Lord. Do you desire anything more?â
Damien shook his head and the servantâs footsteps retreated, followed by the thud of his door.
As soon as the door shut behind the servant, the prince took a shaky breath in. Then, the tears began to fall, unbidden and unwanted. He fell to his knees and cried his heart out.
How foolish of him to believe in wishing stars.
He did not dream of the star boy that night.
But in the early hours of the morning, just before dawn, Damien was roused from his slumber by a blinding light.
âGood morning, Prince Damien.â
Hovering just outside his bedroom window was a man dressed in royal clothes. A princeâs uniform, with a sash of pure gold and a crown of lively stars. In his eyes were the cosmos, and Damien felt his heart ache.
âAm I dreaming? Please tell me I am not dreaming.â
The man offered a lopsided smile, as well as his hand.
âCome and find out, my love.â
So Damien rose from his bed and made his way over, his pulse racing with anticipation. He took the offered hand.
âDo you trust me, my Prince?â
âI donât even know your name.â
âForgive me. Itâs been eons since I have needed a name. I am the angel of the Northern Star, but for you, I will be Roman. It is much simpler, no?â
Roman bowed deeply, and kissed the knuckles of the prince before him. Damien could feel his face burning but could not tear his eyes away.
âY-yes, thatâs... I like it.â
Roman chuckled softly and drew the blushing prince into an all too familiar positionâ it seemed they were about to waltz. The angelâs wings stretched to their full potential, and the two of them rose into the sky.
The castle was so far beneath them, and if he had looked down, the prince would have been terrified. It was only the angelâs breathtaking eyes that kept him looking up.
Roman began to sing. His voice filled the night with beautiful melodies, and Damien could feel his soul singing with the angel in his arms.
I'm trying to hold my breath
Can't let this moment end
You set off a dream in me
Will you share this with me?
As sunrise reached out over the horizon, Roman slowly lowered their dance back down to the princeâs balcony. Leaning in close, the angel pressed a soft kiss to Damienâs forehead.
âYou have waited so long for me, my love. I promise you I will return to you tonight.â
The prince blinked, and Roman was gone.
In his hand was a moonflower.
Roman was true to his word. Each morning, before the sun made its appearance, he would fly down to Damienâs balcony and offer his hand. They would dance until the sun rose, and the angel would leave a moonflower behind as proof that it was real.
For two weeks and five days, Roman and Damien shared the night sky. The prince had obtained twenty flowers.
âMy love, I have a gift for you.â
The moonflowers flew into the angelâs palm, swirling and spinning and glowing until Roman smiled. And there, floating over his hand, was a crown of stars, almost identical to his own. He placed it gingerly on Damienâs head.
âI promise you we will see each other again.â
Roman wrapped an arm around the prince, pressing him up and in so they were as close as possible. Damien gasped softly at the movement, his fingers instinctively tightening their grip on the angelâs jacket.
âWill you allow me this honor, my love?â
âWhat do you mâ oh. Oh!â
The prince blushed fiercely, and Roman smiled. The starâs wings cocooned themselves around the two.
Roman tasted of starshine and moonbeams. A feeling of serenity and joy flooded every inch of Damienâs body. The world seemed to spin and he couldnât help but laugh into the kiss.
The angel pulled back just enough to whisper, his lips brushing Damienâs as he spoke.
âI will wait for you, my prince. I will wait for you for as long as I must,â Roman backed away. Rising into the air, he hovered over the railing, wings beating to keep him airborne.
âWhen it comes time for you to join me in the stars, all of the cosmos will rejoice with me.â
And the Northern Star disappeared into the night, leaving a prince and his crown of stars behind.