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[Asterion]

Asterion in sunshine and in shadow* He could not guess how long they’ve stood beneath the naked skies, but those unfamiliar constellations have changed place. Crowns and birds and swords and giants, stranger’s shapes with stranger stories – they’re all wheeling away toward dawn. And yet he does not feel tired; does one feel anything other than alive alive alive, in a dream? Maybe they are both fools, starlight and fireflies blinding good sense. If he is a fool he is a blissful one. If he is a fool, he would stay a fool forever for this. Will I see you again? He presses his smile against the arch of her neck and wonders at the scent of cinnamon. “Every time you close your eyes,” he promises, mock-serious and emboldened, and traces again the scattering of white along her crest. Different constellations than the ones above them now – these he swears to learn, swears to set his path by. But then he does wonder, himself homeless and this woman so clearly from some fae place of wine and woodsmoke. As soon as he pulls back from her the night air rushes in, colder than it ought to be. His heart bounds once more when his gaze meets those true-blue eyes again, but the question he has this time is decidedly different. Asterion would stay by her side forever, if she would let him. But her question raises points he’d not yet considered. He doesn’t even know what world he stands in. “Why?” he asks, the question softly shaped, and there’s humor in it as well as genuine curiosity. “Have you had your fill of dancing?” For the first time he wonders what will become of them, come dawn. @Aislinn a reasonable length, even!