☆Solarball randoms☆

♤■Astronomy■♤

Triton often found solace in the stillness of the Neptunian horizon, where the stars glittered like diamonds scattered across an endless canvas of black. The little moons of Neptune followed their orbits silently, their presence a comforting hum. For Triton, these rare moments of solitude were a refuge, a time when he could retreat into the private sanctuary of his thoughts-into the small corner of his universe filled with unspoken words and unshared emotions.
In his hands rested a well-worn notebook, the cover faded and the edges frayed from countless nights like this one. Its pages were a tapestry of feelings he could never voice aloud, emotions poured out in ink when the silence felt too heavy to bear. 'Tonight', as the dim light of Neptune's atmosphere bathed the icy landscape, he decided to add to it.
With a deliberate motion, Triton flipped to a blank page. His pen hovered above the paper, hesitating for only a moment before the words began to flow.

"We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars,
We've seen everything from Saturn to Mars.
As much as it seems like you own my core,
It's astronomy-we're two orbits apart."

The pen scratched softly against the page as he wrote, each line forming with the weight of unspoken longing. He paused, his dark brown eyes scanning the words, the faintest flicker of vulnerability crossing his usually composed face. It wasn't perfect-maybe a bit too dramatic, even-but it felt honest in a way he couldn't ignore.
Triton leaned back slightly, his free hand brushing against his grey jacket. The words lingered in his mind, echoing faintly against the quiet of the void. He imagined her for a moment-her strong, unyielding presence, the guarded glint in her eyes that shielded a depth he could only guess at. She was a mystery he wanted to solve, a star he wanted to draw closer to despite knowing how dangerous that pull could be.
With a small sigh, Triton closed the notebook carefully, almost reverently. He held it against his chest for a long moment, letting the weight of his own words settle within him. No one would ever read them; no one could ever know. These feelings were his alone, secrets to be carried quietly in the spaces between the stars. And for now, that was enough.
As the faint glow of Neptune cast long shadows over his form, Triton let himself linger in the stillness, his notebook tucked safely at his side. The quiet moments were fleeting, but they were his-just like the words, just like the feelings he could never say aloud.