Interstellar, the moon sits and gravitates alongside earthly dwellings. Her mortal vessel speakings solemn words befalling the heart —— ( it prays for the absence of the gods ), and from their rendezvous, two sisters lay wake beneath the calming night. Golden stardust springs forth and lavender irises can only greet the other’s confession with silent wonders. Head tilting to the side, she takes her place by her sister’s side. Arm resting neatly above her lap, Stella lacks any signs of judgement reflected on her own countenance. And from there, she listens and hangs onto each spoken woes revealed by her sister dearest.
❝ — I’m here for you, ❞ a kindly lit smile remains etch on her brims ; palm claiming hand, she attempts to soothe Lunafreya’s nerves. A hush moment of tranquility, she understood their roles well ; pawns of the empire, there was nothing left for them to take. Nothing more they can offer except this marital contract, the hand of her highness, her sister, the oracle. And hark ! The star’s heart can only weep, for the true freedom of her sister remains sealed by holy matrimony. ❝ My dear brave sister, do not hold on to it. Let your heart speak true and I will lend you my ear. Tell me what ails your troubled mind.❞
Stella is the very most, and the very best, sister that Luna could ask for. Soft STARLIGHT shines infinite beneath her skin, radiant to her bones -- MOON & STARS, they are the clear and pristine night, the serenity of light that shines a million miles away, gift of the astrals. GUIDING light to the world. Luna may be the face most oft revered and seen by the public, but she has no idea where she would be without her STAR. Her nerves are appropriately soothed at the open acceptance she’s given, shoulder relax, losing their tension.
“ I’ve long dreamed of marriage -- of ... of sylleblossoms and the cathedral where I might walk, where a man I love waits for me down the aisle ... often FACELESS, just an IDEAL more than a being. Just something I want, something I’d like to experience ... if I weren’t THE ORACLE, perhaps I’d be a healer ... but more than anything, I’d like to have been a WIFE. What I wouldn’t give, now and then, just to be A GIRL. “ She sighs, heavy and burdened. Her purpose, her calling, is one of glory and pride, something honorable that she bears with GRACE and love. She would never abandon her duty to the people, to their star -- but oh, to be A GIRL, just a girl, simply that and nothing more.
She wonders what the streets would be like, in Altissia, or even Tenebrae ! A walk in the moonlight, where the streets shine in SILVER rivers of light and the world is EASY to understand, to know her place in and be comforted in the knowledge that death should still be years away yet ! That she will grow old and grey, perhaps with someone she loves, someone who loves her --
“ ... it was certainly never Noctis’s face I imagined at the end of the aisle ... I’m torn. My life is short enough, and his will be too ... I am equally as excited as I am dreading it ... “
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