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planetene.

being on earth again is strange. she had been lingering, formless once more in the dark abyss of space, and now she was back, and it was an odd feeling. she had spent all those months alone with a single thought in her mind. she longed to see the only constellation that held any significance to her. even though space was her place of origin, she had soon come to realize that it was no longer home. home had a name, a heart beat, and a set of eyes that stared into her soul. she hadnt been there for long before she sees him. its almost like no time has passed. he looks the same, at least—– he feels the same to the winged messenger. she doesnt say a thing, only lifts her hand to cup his oh so soft cheek. theyre more than just two people connected by this concept of love. its obvious that there is something more to them because she doesnt even have to say a word. he already spoke them for her. “ me too, capella. ”

capella’s skin prickles with goose bumps when she says his name, and though he doesn’t know why, it feels right. it feels like a suitable reaction to someone so otherworldly even so much as acknowledging his existence, let alone placing her hand on his skin. eyes to eyes, mouth to mouth, heartbeat to heartbeat ; he feels like enough is impossible, and his breath catches, letting out forcibly slow as he tries to center himself. he’s got to catch his balance within her gravity, after all. it’s been a long time. he isn’t used to it anymore, but he will be again. his fingertips are trailing against her cheek now as he steps closer to her, close enough to be able to bend down and brush his nose against the crown of her head. “ welcome home. ”

#planetene #; v. infinity times infinity.#there r no words #ever think abt how matty is a foot shorter than capella #me too

kehon

#; how a star system manages to attract a planet.#aaaHHH

it’s been a while. days, weeks, months -- not years, not yet. long enough that he’s had time to ache from missing her, but not long enough that he could forget even for a second how her pull feels. that pull is drawing him in now, into her gravity, into her atmosphere, and his breath shudders out of him the second he sees her there. the second he understands. because he could never not understand. he could never not get it.

“ i think i’m done floating alone in space. ”

@planetene.

#planetene #; v. infinity times infinity.#IM DEAD INSIDE

moonslivers.

yeah, yours. relief comes first, though swiftly tainted with guilt. he knows better than to doubt ; he knows better than to let low tides summon suffocation nor high ones deprivation. one came before as one will most likely leave before. jace hopes he’s not wrong to wish to bear that loss, first ; to spare him. seasons may change and all that transcendence. they are okay. there will always be rupture to the structure of the home that they’ve built. they will survive. capella is not alone. never. his answer is the same as it always is, but it falls differently from his lips this time. ‘ i’m two of your four stars. ’ the sudden intensity of his heart almost makes him laugh, or gasp, or cry out, but he exhales instead, pressing lips to soft hair. ‘ wholeness is a rather luxurious idea. we are sometimes more than whole. i think i understand it now. that alone, we are the halves the halve ourselves in half. i never knew. ’ he might be talking rubbish, something from a film he’d seen once that never quite went away. ‘ we are halves, and wholes and both. ’ perhaps this nonsense is only sound in his tired mind but he knows better than to doubt.

he hears it. even if it isn’t the same words, even if he’s chosen different ones this time, it means the same thing. it’s almost funny in a way, some sort of strange, cosmic anomaly that dictates the way the threads are woven, the way things fall into place so perfectly at the hands of both fate and coincidence. some things are a blip, fleeting, winking in and out of existence in the blink of an eye ; capella often wonders how it is that they manage to affect concrete so profoundly. but he makes sense, his jace. he makes sense just like he always does to capella. ‘ you’re two of my four stars. ’ halves, wholes, both. they can stand apart, but they will never shine so bright as when they are together, and that’s why they’re always pulled back into one another’s gravity. they spin in the same orbit, a need born of desire. they won’t die without each other -- and god or whatever else is out there knows that eventually they will have to face that reality -- but they won’t shine either. that’s okay. it’s only temporary. whole on their own, but also part of a much bigger whole. ‘ let’s go to bed. ’

#moonslivers #; main.

moonslivers.

jace can feel the fire dying more than he can see it ; listens to the soft crackling. moistened lips are the first and only thing on his agenda, the coldness of the weather working effortlessly to chap them, aided by the worry of teeth. he doesn’t have answers ; he’s not entirely sure he can word the questions. so he does neither. cold hands smooth over a tired face, scratching against two day old stumble, and he moves. quiet footfalls leading, a soft descent of palms to shoulders. i’m still here. he’s not sure what it’s worth.

it’s just one of those days when he can’t get his head to quieten. they happen occasionally -- not so often as they used to these days -- but it’s like for all those ‘good’ days, the bad ones are twice as dark. capella can’t imagine it requires an explanation, especially when the press of cool palms against his shoulders becomes the one thing in the world more important than the black hole in his head. his chin tips, stubble-lined cheek pressing against the back of his hand, lips brushing his ring finger, and it’s a ritual, a promise that grounds him and never fails. his lips part to make it. ‘ jace. ’ he drops the poker, lets the embers continue to fade.

#moonslivers #; main.

thelivingstars.

the second question catches him even more off guard than the first, a frown soon adorning his face and eyes filled with confusion as he tries to process it. sure, it’s a simple question, but a customer has never bothered to ask him that before.❝ m-my favourite b-book… why? ❞

‘ because i’d like to buy one, and passion is hard to come by. it might as well be yours i’m spending my time and money on. ’ most of the time, people don’t understand what he’s thinking even when he explains it ; he’s not expecting this to be any exception, though he may as well give it a try.

#thelivingstars #; interactions — ( atlas hands )

disminucion

#; aesthetic.#; wanderlust.

thelivingstars.

funny, he isn’t the first one to ask that question and yet, alioth doesn’t handle it well. picking the skin of his hand in a nervous manner, he shakes his head slowly.❝ n-no, we don’t, sorry. c-can i m-maybe help you otherw-wise? ❞

capella is unperturbed ; he’s pretty much been delivered the answer he expected, and his mind is already flitting ahead, touching on a few dozen other ways to pick up conversation. he hasn’t actually spoken to anybody in weeks, or so it feels like. ‘ yes. what’s your favorite book? ’

#thelivingstars #; interactions — ( atlas hands )

‘ it must get boring, staying in one place all the time. ’

it’s not meant to be an accusatory statement, but more so just an observation. perhaps it’s introspection above all else -- he doesn’t know her, after all, and she surely does not know him. she seems less ephemeral, though; less prone to drift away any moment, while he stands with his shoes tied and his heart racing at any given moment.

@barelyspeaks.

#barelyspeaks #; interactions — ( wolves & ravens )#;D

‘ you don’t sell maps here, do you? ’ it’s a book shop, so probably not, but it’s also charming, and capella supposes it can’t hurt to ask. he isn’t exactly familiar with london, let alone england, and he could really use the guidance, at least in some form.

@thelivingstars.

#thelivingstars #; interactions — ( atlas hands )

ferrisbueller

#; stardust fleeting on his lips.

‘ it’s easier. you know, to just not think about it. ’ but he’s doing a lot of thinking today. he’s doing too much thinking, and jace is aware by now what it’s like when capella gets so lost in his own head ; when he isn’t sure how to find his way out. it’s been snowing for two days straight. he’s kneeling by the fire in his mother’s hearth, prodding it, and not really doing much besides making it die out faster. he’ll have to put more fuel in. it’s too bad not everything works that way.

@moonslivers.

#moonslivers #; main.#; interactions — ( atlas hands )

‘ you’re not going to make it, you know. ’

it’s not something that they talk about, but that doesn’t make it any less true. perhaps capella is feeling cruel today, or perhaps he just isn’t feeling anything at all. each possibility is as dangerous as the next.

@seaofinfliction.

#seaofinfliction #idk what verse tga this is yikes its been so long #; interactions — ( atlas hands )#wow he's feeling a way td sry