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

[Astrophel]

Lost within an elusive world of stars, Astrophel is unaware of the approaching midnight mare within the distance. It is only him and his stars—twisting and twirling around him. He is absentminded from the world, deep within a dream-like state to realize the rushing of wind and feather that plummets above him until she is right in front of him. The starlight bursts, spreading wide. “Oh,” he says softly, realizing she is staring back at him. A boyish grin grows across his pale lips. “Sorry,” he says sheepishly, pulling himself back to the present world. The starlight gently floats around them, lighting the dark evening around them. He blinks with surprise, feeling an inner connection instantly from the stranger in front of him. The white stallion’s blue gaze flickers to the stars that surrounded her. They are not mine. He notes silently as his bright eyes study the midnight mare before him. There is a familiarity in her, a deeper one that he cannot describe (and rarely feels)—it had been the same feeling when he had met Islas, the star horse. Astrophel can feel his heart swell with warmth and joy. However, he feels something tugging within the darkness, behind the mercury depths of the midnight mare. His boyish grin withdraws into a soft frown. For a moment, it feels as if he is looking within himself, the reflection of the dark mare mirrors the pain he once had—when he had been dragged back to the world without his magic, without his stars. There is deeper darkness behind her black eyes—anger and bitterness. Naturally, Astrophel feels tempted to reach out to her, to soothe her aching heart, to rid her of the anger that dwells within her, to calm the chaotic storm he watches in her dark eyes now. She whispers softly, a hidden kindness behind her words despite the raging storm that brews within her eyes. There is a desperation in her voice, a plead he was once all too familiar with. His heart strains at her despair, and he finds himself wanting to soothe every ache and bitterness that fills her. He grabs at the starlight that remained gently floating around them. Pulling them together, maneuvering them towards her, he twists and twirls them around her. Astrophel says nothing but only continues to maneuver the starlight around the midnight mare. Words did not need to be said after all—no words can fill the void she felt within, but he hoped that he could at least help in some way.

@Ciri