❝ it’s as if the stars themselves are twinkling right here in this very room. ❞ he finds himself musing in breathless awe, standing a few inches from the comforting and familiar presence of her bedframe. a few souvenirs were purchased from their prior expeditions, including a glow - in - the - dark star set, a small crystal ball and a glass butterfly whose wings refracted multiple rainbows when brought close to the light.
❝ oh, by the way, have you ever heard of the 13th sign of the zodiac, “ ophiucus ” ? that's something i picked up from edogawa's class recently ! ❞ eyes aglow, he is only too eager to share what he has recently discovered. ❝ perhaps i might be a little strange for thinking so, but i really do believe that star signs have so much more to tell us about ourselves than what we give them initial credit for. it's like finding a whole other side to yourself that you may not have thought about before ! what do you think about them ? do you think there is more to everyone than what meets the eye ? ❞
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 that one might wonder whether he was weaving hypnotizing poetries ‘pon his tongue. Once the last glowing star has been carefully placed onto the otherwise colorless wall, she takes a few hastened steps towards the bed so that she may take a seat ( plop ! ) right beside him ; in the dim luminescence of the minuscule room, all the artificial stars seem to be singing melodies in foreign tongues in their honor, just for them. Head croons to the side and as her cheek is comfortably cradled in the warmth of her palm, she settles her curious gaze ‘pon him: whenever he speaks about something that has managed to thoroughly pique his otherwise fleeting attention, RYOJI SEEMS TO BURN AGLOW WITH THE FERVOR OF A THOUSAND FLAMES, brighter than the sun itself in the early morning, sweeter than the lonely moon across darkened skies / And she, moth to the fire, can do naught but observe him with wide doe eyes ( in them, a love greater and holier than any other burns ) .
His questions are followed suit by a brief pause, during whose interval the apple of her cheeks suddenly darken ; the simper ‘pon glossed tiers is one wholly drenched in infantile guilt, just as much as the lilt of her characteristically euphoric voice now sometimes lowers to resemble a bashful whisper. ❝ I remember the mention of that word... But unfortunately, during that very specific class, all my strength was being used not to doze off and drool on my brand new notebook. In my defense, I had not slept at all the night before ! ❞ A string of rather embarrassed titters escape from the cage of her mouth and her body laughs with her: slender shoulders tremble, lashes flutter closed and even the tip of her petite nose is suddenly kissed by crimson shades. Lean frame playfully loses balance, so that she may gently nuzzle her shoulder against his own before regaining some sort of composure. This time, the fool is willing to respond to him in a serious tone. ❝ I usually listen to the radio broadcast in the morning, that one that also gives various suggestions depending on your star sign ! But I never really know if these advices are real and dispensed by the universe itself or if someone is just inventing them to make people smile or frown depending on their circumstances... And then, I also wonder ! What if my star sign has characteristics that do not fit with the animal of my Chinese Zodiac ? What am I supposed to do that, then ? ❞
Minako knows not whether such diverse fields can even be connected, or if she is the one who has never truly understood anything about them. And yet, the time for embarrassment is long since over: not once in her life has she ever felt as free as she does when Ryoji is with her, and thus even the vocalization of the most foolish or infantile of questions comes easy and effortless. Suddenly, as an electrifying thought jolts her, the red fool reaches her hand forward to gently tug on the soft fabric of his sleeve. ❝ Do you think that our star signs are compatible with each other ? We should find it out... Because if they’re not, I will have to stop talking to you ! ❞ Innocent laughter, a crescendo of mellifluous notes until the room around them grows silent once more. Minako is now partially breathless, cheeks aching from the fervor of her never - faltering simper and yet, her lips still manage to suddenly fall ajar ⸻ From them, a love - struck whisper escapes. ❝ I THINK WE ARE COMPATIBLE, I’m sure that even the stars and the moon and the sun and any planet out there would agree with me. ❞
