@THAVMASTOS⠀⠀⠀ * ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ [ needle so thin the non–existent breath of the wind carries it with ease, waves a careless thread to weave together stars into constellation, constellation into existence. birth, rebirth, the world fading in for the first time with millennia spent steeped in vicious emptiness. ] such haste, ᴼ͟ᴴ! stars, (..) [ suppose that’s the least of what she was owed for being made a rather unpleasant inamorata: at best infantile and impressionable in how she chose her cosmopolitan amusement, and at worst, selfish to the point of pathology. HM.. perhaps. ⠀⠀⠀ ** ⠀⠀⠀ there’s a certain theatrical caprice, a showy impulsiveness, an exaggerated whimsy in the way she orbits around the amazon —- saves a stolen second glance to only what gleamed of her still dematerialized reflection in shield. a giddy whisper abandoned by its tail to hopelessly echo, ᵛᴬᴾᴵᴰ ᴵᴺ ˢᵁᴮˢᵀᴬᴺᶜᴱ, like it hadn’t been just that her emotions were volatile -— but that they verged on artifice. threads of cosmos come together, but she’s silly polaris still: feigning a coy — dusted smile, ] are you in love with me?