sacha. d5. cb. fin.

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

alexandre dupont // sacha. eighteen. vagabond.

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

[presto]

{i threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell}

[/presto]

We learned the names of constellations in the dark of abandoned spaces, from stolen books written before our time.

Orion. Perseus. Hercules.

And we were only children when we believed in the stars, placed our faith in those cosmic heroes (because that was all we had back then. everything.)
You were superstitious beyond these myths, even into the brink of adulthood. With a head full of fairies and ghosts and gods — you were a fucking fool. Silly. Stupid.

(sunshine.)

Monoceros. Draco. Pegasus.

Sometimes you seemed like you belonged only in your world. (And I could never reach you there, Sacha.)

You laughed too easy for being perpetually lost, optimism stitched along the seams of a smile. Childish innocence. Naivety. Untouched by the dirt of age. Your hair curled like smoke, but your eyes were blue when I met you.

Ara. Circinus. Pyxis.

We can't see the stars anymore.

The sky of our district is smoke and water,
and your eyes are all clouds these days. You say we have each other and that's enough for you,
that I am your starlight and you are mine.

But remember we were both wanderers of different paths before we found each other — born with the kind of blood that was fated to flow free and nomadic. Nothing's permanent for us.

You should've known that there are only goodbyes in the end.

Eridanus. Cygnus. Columba.

You were a giant of six-foot-something that fell into my hands, knocking us both down from a suspension of ignorance. We had never known a home that was ours. But you crashed into me, and in the tangle of our limbs, we found a glimpse of family.

But we fell too hard.
And you were always so clumsy on your feet.

The Hyades.

Don't cry when I'm gone, Sacha.

(I love you. Goodbye.)

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

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