he can't have. no way.
you try again.
your eyes glance to the corner of the room and then flick back up,
you catch the slight blur as he looks away hurriedly.
but bitterness coats your lungs,
and tongue.
this is
written in the stars
- juniper
- Venusian. Diamond's child. Birthed on the first morning star. Loves only the one who is on Mars, Topaz's proud&stubborn son, birthed on the twenty-third starset.
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