natural. like the sunset, growing out in hues of its edges. they way they are around each other is like a sunset. you don't see a sunset and wish you softened the oranges in it. you take it as it comes. you look at it with awe, like it was precious. like flames that don't burn, that don't scorch, a film of protectiveness, of warmth surrounds them. they dazzle in the eyes of others, as though the stars dusted themselves on them. but only the eyes of others can see the beauty of it, can see the essence behind it. for them, it is their natural lair, too engrossed with the glittering sun rays, that they can't see the magic that they are.
and like sunset they simmer down into the horizon of the world they've created, letting out ribbons of the night sky, stardust still remaining to salvage.
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happy one year to the boy who wanted godhuma mavu and the girl who made a heart chapati ♡
forever grateful for all this fandom has enabled me to do 💫
