10-10-2018, 01:57 PM
[size=9pt]Moon didn't know how the fuck he ended up in an Astrology Clan.
Moon didn't know how the fuck he ended up leading an Astrology Clan. Actually, he did - It had something to do with befriending the past Astral Seraph and being at the wrong place at the wrong time when said Seraph decided a honeymoon in the Bahamas with his new flame wasn't such a bad idea - but that wasn't the point. The point was, he hadn't the first idea about the stars. To him they were nothing but glowing freckles in the sky. Stagnant, unassuming. Sure, they'd fucked the dinosaurs over that one time, but apart from that, they were just there. Why the hell did they have to project so much on balls of gas, millions of miles away?
Still, he wasn't about to interrupt whatever the hell it was he'd stumbled upon. Everyone sitting, quiet, under the black of the night, staring into the void like it held the answer to the universe. There was such an air of something, even Moon was hesitant to interrupt it, and he settled among the others and left the silence unperturbed. But then his toes started to wiggle and his leg started to jog, tail flicking from side to side behind him like a dog that hadn't been walked in a week. Suddenly, he was all too aware of the dryness of his mouth, and his breathing, and the feeling of his muscles under his skin, and, fuck this-- No way was he just gonna' sit there. He cleared his throat, felt the electricity run itself up and down his limbs, and lasted exactly a three seconds more before he broke.
"So we just gonna', like. Not talk."
Moon didn't know how the fuck he ended up leading an Astrology Clan. Actually, he did - It had something to do with befriending the past Astral Seraph and being at the wrong place at the wrong time when said Seraph decided a honeymoon in the Bahamas with his new flame wasn't such a bad idea - but that wasn't the point. The point was, he hadn't the first idea about the stars. To him they were nothing but glowing freckles in the sky. Stagnant, unassuming. Sure, they'd fucked the dinosaurs over that one time, but apart from that, they were just there. Why the hell did they have to project so much on balls of gas, millions of miles away?
Still, he wasn't about to interrupt whatever the hell it was he'd stumbled upon. Everyone sitting, quiet, under the black of the night, staring into the void like it held the answer to the universe. There was such an air of something, even Moon was hesitant to interrupt it, and he settled among the others and left the silence unperturbed. But then his toes started to wiggle and his leg started to jog, tail flicking from side to side behind him like a dog that hadn't been walked in a week. Suddenly, he was all too aware of the dryness of his mouth, and his breathing, and the feeling of his muscles under his skin, and, fuck this-- No way was he just gonna' sit there. He cleared his throat, felt the electricity run itself up and down his limbs, and lasted exactly a three seconds more before he broke.
"So we just gonna', like. Not talk."
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