O Sol e a Lua

Andromeda

Manhattan, New York
6/14/2099

"He's fine [Y/n], I promise."

Miguel reassures the stressed lawyer, making him sit down in his love seat. Miguel sighs as he watches [Y/n] sob for Matthew, a jealousy he would never admit to rising in his guarded heart, making him run a hand through his chestnut hair.

"Matthew...he's in danger..!"

Miguel balls his hands into fists, he knows that of course he does, but would he ever risk [Y/n]'s mental health based on the truth? Hell no.

"[Y/n], Matthew is strong...te lo prometo."
'I promise you'

Miguel whispers sweetly into [Y/n]'s ears, rubbing his back in attempt to soothe the distress the lawyer was feeling, and fortunately for Miguel it was working- albeit slowly.

"...what if this is my fault?"

[Y/n] chokes out through slobbery tears, his eyes becoming puffy and red from all the wailing. But in Miguel's eyes, [Y/n] was a constellation written amongst the brightest stars, crying and all.

"No no, it's no."

Miguel stumbles over his words, finding it increasingly difficult to not outright kiss the poor lawyers tears away. Miguel was always a prick, arrogant and apathetic, mysterious like the moon. [Y/n] was humble, sweet and passionate, warm like the sun- they were polar opposites, Miguel only knew this warmth with his ex lover Dina, and even then he wouldn't know how to comfort somebody- always shining with the light someone else radiates on him, at least when he was just Miguel.

Between all the slobber and choked sobs in [Y/n]'s cozy apartment home, a ring cuts through the tense atmosphere- was Matthew already here?

"Sunshine?"

He was. [Y/n] books it to his door, unlocking it with haste as he opens the door, the hinges almost coming off with how eager he is.

"Matt!"

He exclaims, leaving Miguel in his shadow, but without any malice, in fact Miguel knew it and did not mind- if Lyla was a real person he would do the same, though he would never say it out loud.

Matthew was like jupiter, well known, well respected, yet not as valuable as the infamous moon or the forever shining sun. But Matthew didn't care, as long as that small ray of sunshine hit him he would maintain proud as jupiter.

[Y/n]'s arms wrap around Matthew's chubby yet defined biceps, hugging him as if this was the last time he ever might, which was still being decided by fates hands, but alas the hug lasts more than Miguel wants it to.

"Cullenhan."

"O'hara."

Miguel and Matthew have a silent stare off, both of their eyes piercing in their own unique ways.

"Knock it off your idiots!"

Lyla's ai voice rings out, her holographic form in human size, but for an instant she's gone and so in back in front of Matthew as she inspects him- you know, assistant stuff.