[open] we watch galaxies collide

[aios]

jupiter's by my side and we watch galaxies collide

Aios has never had a reason to feel jealous but if she were, it would cling to her like a second skin. She is the kind to covet. The kind to want. The kind to hold onto things with sticky fingers, with the need to possess. She wears these ugly emotions like a badge, as brightly as the beautiful ones. She has just never run across something that she has guarded so fiercely or wanted so desperately. She has never craved.

So she does not recognize it in him, could not—even if he did not hide it away so deftly.

She just watches him approach with those overbright violet eyes, the storm within her rising in response to the one that he calls forward. He is like her, but not. He is carved from the same storms that have made her, but they are not identical. He is dark, brooding storms—granite skies and swollen clouds. She is a violent bruising of purples and blues. The colors of a storm breaking across a forgotten sea.

But still,

Like calls to like.

Her teeth flash as lightning ripples beneath her skin and she shakes the ivory of her hair away from where it clings to her face. Her wings shift ever so slightly to match his better, as much of a greeting as she can offer him, and instead her gaze rips away from his face to appraise the rest of him. To study the rain trapped within him and the crackle of energy that crosses his body. She takes her time studying him, unafraid to be caught in her study, to be trapped in this moment where she so clearly watches him.

When she has had her fill, her gaze comes back to his and she tilts her youthful head to the side.

“You can call me Aios,” she offers—

as though the name, the privilege of the offering, is a gift.

my apathy is losing ground