and on their altars you lay your heart of stone
The glow stones bathe the Glade in their gentle light. It's a soothing mixture of sun and stars, casting a soft glow on the undersides of young leaves and reflecting in the late-night dew. They're like additional clusters of stars mirrored by the ones in the sky, and in the cold grass lays Aamu. He breathes, not because he needs to but because he wants to, and watches his breath form white clouds in front of his face.
He's curled on his side, resting his head on one folded arm, the other extended so that he may touch the glow stones, one fingertip idly tracing their outlines. Behind him his disheveled braid is spread out, escaped strands like a spiderweb in the grass.
He's found solace from the bullshit here, basking in the glow and remaining there until the sun rises and blisters his sensitive skin—but now it's night again, the first rosy hint of dawn beginning to creep up on the eastern horizon. The stones reflect in his eyes, a sky of its own, and he pretends that he is not slowly going blind.
Kinda backdated to when he was still a moth lol open for anyone <3
He's curled on his side, resting his head on one folded arm, the other extended so that he may touch the glow stones, one fingertip idly tracing their outlines. Behind him his disheveled braid is spread out, escaped strands like a spiderweb in the grass.
He's found solace from the bullshit here, basking in the glow and remaining there until the sun rises and blisters his sensitive skin—but now it's night again, the first rosy hint of dawn beginning to creep up on the eastern horizon. The stones reflect in his eyes, a sky of its own, and he pretends that he is not slowly going blind.
Kinda backdated to when he was still a moth lol open for anyone <3
