❛ Oh -- ! Ha, have you heard the story of how the stars wound up in the sky? ❜ Midnight’s canvas is spread before him, focus trained ‘pon vibrant constellations as wind tugs at scarlet locks; it’s as close as he gets to peaceful, feet firmly placed on flat top of business building ( he is not supposed to be up here ----- how he got here is unimportant ) , singular hand in pocket & petite smile spread o’er visage as he speaks to her ----- funny, how someone he’s only met recently can be so comforting.
❛ It’s a love story ---- they say a loooong time ago, the sky used to be empty and the sun and the moon used to be people, a forbidden couple that used to meet in secret. But they were caught by the sun’s betrothed, a powerful and well respected man, and were cursed to chase each other through all of time! ‘if you would rather chase after this worthless man than belong to me, then so be it!’ he told them, and sent them up to the sky! ❜ There is a low hum, thoughtful, pleased, eyes closing as he continues to speak. ❛ They say she cried endlessly for the first day she was in the sky, brokenhearted by the loss of her love and their eternal fate, and when night fall came, the people down below were shocked to find her tears had turned to stars, lighting up the night sky and giving her lover little pieces of herself to hang onto even though they could no longer see each other. ❜
❛ And that’s how stars were made ~ ❜ He pauses, contemplative, a thought occurring --- not for the first time --- and he offers a sigh, frustrated, confused, soft in volume. ❛ But isn’t it strange, that the moon gave nothing back? Aaaggh... we could have had something neat during the day too... floating rocks, maybe? ❜