Anonymous asked:
confession: i don’t know the stories / of the constellations. i only know / to say infinite, to say majestic, / to say i am in love. & i know / you, lion-boy engraved into / the stars; are you not something / wondrous too? there are more / stories we could share / than we’ve had time for as of yet. / but you, brightling, i want / to hear your stories soon. — 🌼
sctir answered:
so hear them, so listen, everything i want to do is echo this back to you. so listen so that i can give something back to you. will this be enough? all the stars that i can’t have should belong to you. make another universe from these words and i will fly there if i can.
