infinite stars? | Mona x gn!reader
a/n: from the drafts, short and cheesy heh
You lie on your back, staring at the ceiling like it’s the night sky itself. Mona is beside you, already halfway under the blankets, her hair is freed from her usual twin tail. “How many stars do you think are in the sky?” you ask, voice drifting upward as though it might float past the ceiling. Mona let out a quiet, tired hum. one of those sounds that meant she heard you, but had no intention of using more effort than absolutely necessary to respond. “There’s infinite.” she mutters, sounding one breath away from sleep.
You turn your head and raise a brow. “…Infinite?” “Yes.” she sighs, shifting slightly, trying to coax herself into a comfortable angle. “Unending. Countless. Limitless. Must I explain everything at this hour?” But your mind is already moving, gears turning, sparks catching as you fold your arms across your chest. “But is there really such a thing as infinite?” you begin, words spilling like loose stars. “Everything we know has an end. Land stops. Oceans stop. Even stars burn out eventually, right? space might go on forever, but we can’t see forever. So how do we know infinite is real? What if it’s just something so big we can’t measure it yet?”
Mona groans. A small, exhausted sound that still somehow manages to be fond. She doesn’t interrupt you immediately. No, she listens. Because despite how exhausted she was, despite how her body wanted to be asleep ten minutes ago, she always listens when your mind starts wandering to strange places. Even when the subject was so big and nebulous it sounded like a philosophy lecture from that old woman…
Finally, she turns to face you, blanket slipping off her shoulder a little. Her eyes, though tired, held a mix if gentleness and exasperation that made your voice stall just a little. You stop mid sentence. “What?” you ask. Mona reaches out and taps your forehead lightly. “If you insist on questioning whether infinite things exist” her tone shifts, softens, deepens “then consider the only one I know for certain.” You blink, expecting a lecture on cosmology.
“The love that I hold for you is infinite,” she says. “will you deny that?” The room goes very still. Your thoughts break apart like glass hitting the floor and the only thing you could think of reply was an “...oh.” Your cheeks warming, the heat blooming slowly down your neck. Mona moves closer, looping an arm around your waist. Slow and unhurried like shes moving in a dream she didn’t want to wake up from. Her forehead pressing against your shoulder. You react without thought, a reflex as you pull her in, hands fitting around her as naturally as breathing. “Go to sleep.” she murmurs, lips brushing your collarbone. “After what you said? No fair.” You feel rather than see the smile she tries to hide “Then think about it in the morning.” Well that was easier said than done.