'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the heavens,
Her beam on the waves
I gaz'd awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold-too cold for me-
There pass'd as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turn'd away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
- Evening Star, Edgar Allan Poe
Hello! This is an fanfiction of Nikolai Gogol and Fyodor Dostoyevsky from Bungo stray dogs, I had this idea by a dream I had, anyways this is a Mlm history so if you don't like it you're free to leave, I hope you like it ♡
NOTE: English isn't my main lenguage... so sorry if I have trouble, i'm fine with corrections so I can fix it for the next one to see the small history:)
♡ No abilities
♡ Basically normal life Au.
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