your pretty scarlet eyes

Tsuki knew that all stars eventually disappeared. Especially the most beautiful ones. The ones that couldn't help but leave a stellate mark upon your very heart, their butterfly wings kissing the tip of your nose. Sure, the sun was important--as Haru so haughtily reminded her. But there had to be more to existence than just the scorching heat.

"Haru-chan, you are also a star." Tsuki chided.

That was when the last week of August rolled around. Leaving the moon girl in summer's wake, still desperate to reach the blonde. Perched atop a brick building, facing toward a vast expanse of city light and skyscrapers. The star had remained there for quite a while, as if in contemplation. Dangling their feet from the rooftops, in a melancholic silence. The atmosphere holding a certain promise to it.

"I've been watching you for the past moons and I've yet to see your face."

Of course, the star still did not hear.

"I'm sure your face is as lovely as your hair. All fair and golden. That's what stars like you are like, right? Although, come to think of it, I don't even know your name either. And you don't know mine, but you still manage to keep me company all throughout these hours."

She continued, stroking the dewy rays that ebbed and flowed from her garment. Adjusting the folds so they would highlight the inky ceiling--just so.

"Y'know, the lifespan of stars usually depends on their size. Smaller ones dance in the sky up to 10 million years, and my brother Haru-chan has been here for nearly...4.6 billion years. He tries to act like he's older and matured, but I'm actually older. By...a lot of years."

Her lofty footsteps slowly materialized into moondust as she took a seat next to the star.

"I hope you live for a long time."