[private] a falling star fell from your heart; epithet

[Astrophel]

Maybe the hallowedness and ache were similar to losing one you cared for so deeply. He knows nothing of such affection for another, lover and friend. However, the celestial world beyond this world was everything to him. It was the home he had been torn from when he was born into the world of Beqanna. He had felt empty and misplaced for years, a familiar feeling so long ago, and unsure of exactly what it was he was missing. It was the very stars, the celestial beings and astrological divine, and among their mystical beauty that he belonged there. But, at this moment, he is not there. He, despite all the thinking and ways of the celestial world he knew of, does not know when he will return. All he knows is this feeling fills him up. It drowns the very life out of him and his suffocating in this earthly body he dreads more than ever before. Maybe this is what they called depression, but he has never been so sure of anything that made him feel so down and ruined. This world was wicked and hateful. He hated it very much. Astrophel had lost himself in the silence of the night again. The howl of the wind and bitter cold pulled him into a waken slumber as he stood under one of the sparse trees. There was something comforting, not exactly what he had always been in, about the deep of the night and its silence. It was the closes thing he had felt since he came into this world—a place to try and be as one with the stars again. He does not know that the porcelain gray mare has made her way to him. In fact, he felt he would have been the only one in the meadow during the dead of winter. How very wrong he had been indeed. The greeting from Epithet startles him a bit. The star boy awakens from his dreamy state of mind. Astrophel blinks a couple of times, hazel eyes that once held the stars and galaxies, before noticing the mare. He peers at her carefully for a moment. “Epithet,” he quietly says. The sound of her name is tasted, sensing every letter and syllable he can. He tries to get as much as he can, like he is seeing the world for the very first time with the sound of her name. “Epithet,” the boy says again and smiles softly at her. It is a rather weak smile, but there is obvious display of genuine in his smile still. “I am fine,” he says plainly, and rather quickly. Astrophel’s face puzzles because he is surprised by the quick display of words and how closed off they are to exactly what he is feeling. Astrophel shakes his head, brushing off a few snowflakes that dropped into his mane. “Sorry,” he says sincerely to her, “It has been a very long time.” To what he means by very long he does not say. There is nothing to really describe how long it has been or what exactly he feels deep down it all. “I am being rude,” he laughs softly and smiles at her in the dead of the night, “I am Astrophel.” Star lover it literally meant, and so it was true.

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@[Elle Belle]