robot phantom x aether star gazing and gentle conversation bc i am very sad
The whole day had been stressful. The infirmary was packed with siblings of sin due to a spreading flu, and the tour was supposed to start in a few days.
Aether couldn't find Phantom after their long day in the infirmary, but knew where to find him.
He peaked his head into the practice room and saw the robot in question sat on a stool, strumming out a relatively hard part of a song. Phantom perked up at Aether's entry before immediately fumbling a chord. He swore under his breath and sighed.
"You'll get there eventually," Aether reassured. He stepped forward and gave Phantom a warm smile.
Phantom's tail lashed behind him, a clear signal of his frustration, "I should have got it already, it's been weeks of practice. It has to be perfect."
Aether planted a hand in the robot's curls, ruffling his hair a bit and thumbing over the led display of his horns, "You need a break. It'll come to you easier after some rest. You've had a long day."
"I don't think it works like that for me," The smile that came to him was unavoidable. It always was with Aether.
He let himself be dragged out of the practice room, following Aether's lead with his hand in his.
The halls were empty as they walked through them, the only sound being that of Aether's boots and Phantom's heavy feet on the tile beneath them.
They slipped through a side door that lead outdoors to a grassy clearing. Aether lead him to the middle of it before dropping into the grass, laying on his back with his hands behind his head. Phantom rolled his eyes before laying beside him.
They stayed in a comfortable silence for a few moments. The frogs sang their song and the crickets played as their accompaniment.
"This time of night, the stars are beautiful," Aether's voice was uncharacteristically soft. Phantom turned his head to look at him. The moonlight shined against his horns, gave his smile a glow he'd yet to see. His gold eyes sparkled with the stars.
Aether glanced over at him and his eyes softened, making something in Phantom whir to life.
He forced himself to look back up at the stars. He knew these constellations well, they were what brought him life. It was his entire being. There was probably some connection he could make between that and the way Aether looked right now, but he couldn't put the words together.
"Due to how light years work, when we see something in space, we're looking at it in the past. We're seeing the stars how they looked millions of years ago. There's a large chance the stars we see now have been dead for eons," is what Phantom said instead.
Aether looked back up at the sky, "That means the stars see an Earth where neither of us exist yet."
The response came to Phantom easily. "That's not an Earth I want to live on," He glanced at Aether, "An Earth without you, I mean."
He watched Aether's cheeks turn a deep shade of violet, "Yeah?" His voice was softer than before, almost a whisper. His eyes didn't look away from the sky, but Phantom didn't mind.
"Yeah," the silence returned after that. The animals of the night continued their symphony.
The tour was soon, but Phantom can practice tomorrow. And if he messed up on stage, the stars wouldn't know. They only know a world where perfection hasn't been summoned yet.