❝ SHE WAS THE FINEST ARRANGED STAR DUST HE HAD EVER STUMBLED ACROSS ❞
oh the adventures that await the two. sexual frustration, ardent lovers, a intergalactic kingdom at stake.
just one measly human and one intergalactic star goddess.
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damian way...
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A S T R A
I RAN.
I ran down the halls when it was forbidden by mother and father.
"Quick Astra!" called out Sophia as she was a few meters ahead of me. I ran, collecting the ends of my cascading white gown that seemed to drag me on the floor. I couldn't see anything clearly- my sight blurred by my untameable curls.
Sophia ran ahead of me, her smooth, straight locks that simply flowed at the direction of the wind unlike mine that merely fought with the wind. Frowning, I sped up as we approached the grand doors at the end of the hall.
By the time we barged into the room, it was too late.
Mother began the spell without me.
I frowned deeply, my heart lightly aching.
She promised. Father vowed that I must learn this spell by the time he returns- which is today.
I stood, watching my mother who seemed like an angel from afar.
My mother was the sole definition of grace. Everything about her was orderly, elegant, beautiful. Her thick amber curls pooled down to her feet, creating some sort of halo around her as she sat cross-legged at the enchanted circle at the center of the room, bright flecks of light surrounding her before she stood, elevating. Her eyes suddenly flickered open, revealing her gleaming amethyst orbs, a grin forming on her face.
"Don't worry Celeste, I didn't forget about you."
The circle vanished, shimmering dust fluttering around the room, some sticking to my face, on my long, dark lashes. I timidly toyed with a stray lock of hair as she gestured for me to come, Sophia trailing behind. "Our apologies mother," she apologized, tucking away a stray lock of hair.
My sister, Sophia was like my father. An exact replica of my father. Regal, solemn, serious- down to her personality. From her dark locks similar to mine that were always loose, tumbled to her waist in messy curls and her piercing navy blue eyes that were as dark as the night sky of the Khaelovian plains. She was strong, powerful too- born with additional abilities- something every person in the Royal Family of Khaelovia obtains at birth.
She was a Chandra.
Controller of both heat and frost.
Apart from her solemn attitude and cantankerous mood swings, I loved my sister.
