Luna’s hand hovered over her cherry lips, letting out a small, surprised gasp. Her heterochromia eyes twinkled at the sight of Adam Warlock, admiring the sight of his gleaming, golden skin and luscious sun-kissed locks. It was so surreal to have the Child of Light standing before her! The pop star struggled internally to keep her composure as she was totally starstruck!
“Wow…! I can’t believe it! You’re /him/? You’re /that/ guy! It’s so dope to meet you!”
❛ i didn’t think my being here would be so critically acclaimed. ❜ it was an odd thing, for his stories to be known, she even called him by his original name, HIM, it brought his guard up, the evident tangible line dawning across broad golden shoulders and the dip of his collarbone, tensing and fluttering upwards slightly. the 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 cants his forward, almond shaped eyes perceiving the woman before him. he was the 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐒 of many striving artists; the symmetry of the human body and face were beautiful, as were the idealistic proportions of the human form. only heightened further when your skin is colored gold.
it was a marveled thing, and 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 still couldn’t quite finger where this admiration stems, he simply thought himself as ordinary as other humans. ❛ speak plainly, my friend. capturing the attention of others wouldn’t be in our best interests. ❜ thick silky-gold lashes flutter softly, as the 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 man grasped his defined chin. ❛ you’re an inspiring singer, aren’t you, LUNA SNOW? it’s good to know you’re well versed on others. even more impressive you know quite a bit about the likes of me. ❜