For @illustraice and her amazing Sun/Moon spirit au? THIS WAS SO RUSHED, BY I wanted to give you something in addition to the writing.
Thank you for all your amazing work. (PLEASE DON’T LISTEN TO EINE KLEINE BY RACHIE. it really hurts with this au.)
It’s entirely a lie that the gods whisper amongst themselves. Behind soft tones and intrepid smiles, he knows what they say about her. About him.
But his golden light conceals too much. He can’t see the truth behind the glaring brightness of his own being.
They say that she’s weak without him. That they’re two halves of a broken whole, and that the moon cannot shine without the sun.
They forget that she is the night sky and all it encompasses. They forget that she holds the stars in her small hands, that she grasps the distant galaxies with her glowing night.
He doesn’t get to see her much. But when he does, the old scars across his back and his chest and the ones that sear in his heart all ache.
Vague memories of bloodless war flit through his mind. Her blue eyes are ever closed in his presence. Her dark gown spilling over like ink around her form.
She is perfection. Everything he is not.
She is not his to have. Her silver heart belongs to a human she once met.
She reaches for a man she knows is no longer living. But her moon shines just for him…for Adrien.
It wanes when the remembrance of war hurts her. It waxes red and full when her anger writhes and pulls at the oceans.
She once was human. Once was on earth long enough to meet a boy with golden hair like wheat and eyes the color of sunlight through leaves. A boy who fought in a revolution with ideals as pure as newly born life wavering under the spring sun.
“Wait for me. Wait for me, my Lady. When it is over, we can see each other again.”
But he never came for her. She’d searched long and hard across the streets of Paris, her form slowly shifting as the constellations on her back faded.
Mortals had so often made wishes on her stars, but she lamented that she cannot do the same as her heart leaked open and her tears doused the corpses that littered the battleground.
It’s been centuries, and her heart still aches.
(As do the old scars that gleam like starlight across her ribs and back, the scars the curl around her legs like sea foam.)
So she waits with a smile that cuts across the dark like her crescent moon, watching the world turn while she waits for a soul to be reborn. Her eyes drift into a sleep, dreams dancing across her sight full of wishes she cannot grant.
It is the strangest thing, he thinks, to make wishes on a flower.
The Earth is such a beautiful balance…one who’s beauty brings with it a sharp regret that he can’t quite recall.
There’s peace in this field of sunflowers that rise like curious sentinels for their king. He feels safe in their shade, hidden from the glare of his own sun.
There’s a little lark that sits on his shoulder, head tilted inquisitively at him. He gives it a gentle smile, and turns back to the flower he holds.
(The local flower spirit…a tiny pink robed girl by the name of Rose…has kindly left him to his devices.)
But he holds not a sunflower, but a delicate dandelion in between his warm hands, and he heaves a breath.
“I want to see her.” He whispers.
He watches the seeds drift away on the sudden breeze. They spiral upwards into the sharply blue sky, a color that distinctly reminds him of the one he adores.
His wish is carried away on the breeze. He hopes the wind spirit cannot hear it. But then again, he wonders if he should have wished on the stars instead.
Maybe then she would have heard the sound of his golden heart reaching across the sky for her.
They meet once more during an eclipse.
He thinks it oddly fitting that the darkest time of existence for him is when he can see her.
She thinks it oddly disquieting that the brightest time of existence for her is when they cross paths.
An eclipse. Solar or lunar, she can’t quite tell yet.
But those familiar tendrils of heat reach out for her. Her hands feel cold and there’s an old timeliness pain that lances through her as he calls her name.
Still, she curls into herself, a full moon who’s silvery light wanes in the face of the golden sun.
Her eyes remain closed, but somehow, her frigid fingers reach across the brief expanse, seeking a warmth they do not want.
“What are you afraid of, Night? Why do you curl away from me?” He calls out, slight irritation causing him to flare red and orange for a moment.
She lets the frost under her shadow creep into her tone…lets the elegance of snow and ice under stars color her answer.
“I don’t love you. I don’t want eternity with you. We may remain friends.”
He’s frustrated. And he can’t catch her glance, because still her eyes are closed against him and the tears well up in his own gaze.
“I understand.” He says quietly, and the rest of the eclipse is spent in silence.
But there’s a gentle smile in her goodbye and he just barely catches the tips of her fingers to press a burning kiss to them.
She opens her eyes the smallest bit, oddly gray in the light of the blue stars that color her gown.
And then they part.
She hears the wish he made on her brightest star.
She can’t grant it.
They think the night needs the day to shine. How wrong they are…it is the day that wholly depends on the night.
It is his golden heart that aches for her. It is his balance that is broken when she disappears and he remains.
Her night sky remains, but there’s a wailing loneliness that makes it seem so much dimmer.
His cries echo across the stars, and his tears become rain.
She hides on Earth, and while her heart aches still, she shifts her dark umbrella higher over her shoulders and lets the tears roll cruelly over it.
She cannot grant his wish when she’s working so hard to grant her own.
There’s someone she needs to find.