#i love throwing in 'Selene' in soft moments to make it Sting real nice

[mythvoiced]

so who would still like me even if I was a worm

@astremourante | the list is long but let me readapt to gib it to Jules specif--

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Julian likes books. Julian likes cartoons, nothing to be ashamed about. Julian likes warm drinks, cosy pullovers and shoes that make them look like they belong into a fancy library.

Which they most likely spend a lot of time in.

Knowing this, painting a picture of Julian becomes relatively easy.

Mellow. Bookworm. Maybe secretly a smartass or most likely simply someone who enjoys tranquillity and staying in.

Correct... ish.

Because Julian also really, really likes Selene. And Selene is very rarely anything of the above. Even when they do somehow end up dragging her along somewhere, she takes up space in a way entirely different to the way he slips into it.

He keeps to himself, is polite, greets in nods and pleasant smiles. And Selene? Well, Selene seems capable of blending in in whatever scenario they stumble into. Except that she glows so brightly and is thrumming with so much ferocious life at all times that Jules completely forgets what the hell he was even getting up to.

They grasp at the thoughts before they vanish entirely, hoping it goes unnoticed how one minute eye contact can tip them slightly off his axis, but even with the initial purpose tightly grasped in his hands, Julian is still... aware of Selene.

Like a star knowing just exactly where the moon glows. Closer to Earth. Closer to being alive.

So, it's no surprise to see them lift his head immediately at the sound of her voice. He trails a sentence with his finger for a moment, finds the end of it, rests their finger on the page and looks up at Selene.

And if he looks like he's looking at stained glass, well...

"I- excuse me?" rapid blinking, bemused smile tilting along with his head as he rights it and waits, as though there was anything to add to a question that proves perfectly sufficient in its demand on its own.

Julian clears his throat, acts pensive, forefinger curled in a hook over their lips, small hum.

"I don't see why not. Maybe I'll become a worm too, then it certainly wouldn't even be up for debate," a sheepish shrug, glistening eyes, stealing the light of her glow to reflect it back at her, softened, softened into honesty. "I don't think anything could make me not like you, Selene."