torren [★] cliché

[suvi.]

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢, t̶h̨e̵ ҉ty͝p̵ho͞on͞ | medic —

Polite again.  So formal.  But he's smiling.  She imagines he, too, enjoys the night sky.  Relieving, she supposes, oddly enough.  She had already deduced he liked books, but it was satisfying to know he also shared another passion with her.  It seemed her guess proved correctly, as he spoke of what they might see.  She couldn't help but smile, ear twitching.  Yes.  Sagittarius.  But north or south?

She pursed her lips, glancing down almost the second he turned back to her.  "W-we'd be looking at... The southern sky, fa-facing the water." Regardless, they would see stars.  She found no qualms in this.  "B-but it sounds nice." The ocean soothed her (had it always?).  It sounds like it'd be pretty too, which sealed the deal.

"S-so follow me, Torren."

The town still moved at night.  Voices of those remaining awake wandered into her ears but she set a fairly steady path towards the shore.  Every few moments, she'd pause though, teeth catching the inside of her cheek.  The fluffy tail that trailed behind the vixen seemed to fade erratically, disappearing in those short moments.  I know where I'm going.

Kiira marvels at the sight of beaches when the sun's gone down.  They seem transformed into something so different under the light of the moon and stars.  The medic feels the strange fluttering in her chest die at the sight of the empty shore.  The sea and sky belonged to the two of them.

"O-over here," she murmurs, finding a place to seat just out of the tide's reach.  The Typhoon's shore is different.  More scary, almost, in a way.  For the land one stood on was surrounded by water, not just on one side.  Just as pretty.  Her breath escapes her chest more easily, sitting in the sand.

"D-do you know all o-of the constellations?" Her voice grows softer, eyes caught above the horizon.  Andromeda, Atilla, Apus, Aquarius…

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —