embarrassing to admit but I love to learn everything about the people I love. tell me about your family and their psychological effects on you, tell me about that special interest you have, send me a video essay dissecting your favorite show, go off on your current hyper fixation; I’ll be there. interested the whole time.
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you will feel so alive again.. like so incredibly alive. i dont know when that will be but it will be. u are gonna feel so alive that ur cheeks hurt from smiling oh man oh man i promise that day is coming. you do have a future, you do have good things coming, and you’ll survive everything that’s thrown at you until you reach that day
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Noelia Towers : Tender, Loving Care, 2022 via Instagram
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Moon gazed out of the window. It was night, and it was dark; the sky was clear so that he could view the stars for once.
It had been so long since he was the one in control. Moon glanced over at the sleeping human in the bed and felt his grin soften on his faceplate.
Sun stirred in their shared headspace.
("Suddenly got very warm in here... Are you looking at them again?")
Moon hummed out loud before answering his other half.
["I like to watch them rest."]
("You do realize how you sound, right?") Sun said, amused.
Moon rolled his eyes as he glanced back at the window before getting up from the window sill.
("Moonie... You could go wake them. They do miss you a ton.") Sun said quietly. Comforting.
Moon clenched his fists for a moment as he looked over at the sleeping form of their lover.
["I fear what I will do if they wake up."]
("Nothing bad!! Will happen, Moonie! They fixed the virus!")
["... We can't be sure."] Moon said weakly as he moved to the bedside, where his hand hovered at the small lamp on the bedside table.
("Moonie... Moonie, please, they love us both so much they... Oh, they miss you so much, Moonie.") Sun said softly, warming their circuits as if he were hugging his other half.
Moon moved the hand at the lamp to their lover's sleeping face and gently traced a finger over their cheekbone.
["Tomorrow. Sunlight, bright star. My love. I will meet them tomorrow. For now, please hold them for me and tell them I am here."]
Before Sun could stop Moon, he turned on the lights, and they switched places.
Sun sighed to himself as he stood near the light before kneeling down on the floor next to the bed and watching their sleeping lover, who was unbothered by the sudden light.
"Tomorrow," Sun mumbled quietly as he reached his hand over and gently cupped their lover's cheek and stroked his thumb over the cheekbone where Moon touched.
"Tomorrow."
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