Lilac eyes were just about to close and carry him away into a blurry version of consciousness when a soft voice sounded behind him, quiet and tranquil enough to spare him for an unpleasant jolt in surprise. A gently curved line traced his shut lips, the peaceful smile that seemed to stretch across his face whenever he entered a social scene. It did not necessarily mean that it was not sincere. Her presence was not invasive as one of the children’s would have been at this hour. He yearned for unconsciousness, but it was nothing new, and retiring early did not help any. He turned his face slowly and caught a glimpse of her approaching form. Enough time went to reveal that there would be no proper reply to the gentle soul’s words, but his face was warm and he had caught the soft tones of humour. Had he not wished for her company, she would have seen this in his body language, and currently there was no decline present.
She settled beside him, drawing her knees up against her white chest and he watched her as she watched the sky. Her words drew his gaze upwards along with hers though, and as she spoke of her affection of the stars, he could not help but agree. He could foolishly discuss that though, as once there had been nothing more beautiful than Alexey, and before that nothing better than Catalyst’s china doll face with eyes of liquid sapphire. The past was not a place clever to dwell upon, and so he didn’t. ”I do,” he answered her quietly, wondering about distant galaxies and thinking how sad it was that many of the twinkling dots they saw already had died. He grinned slightly at the pessimistic direction his thoughts were taking. Perhaps it was true that he sat too often with his nose deeply buried in books.
Well aware that he quite possibly was about to ruin the magic of the moment, the yearling spoke. ”It takes years for their light to reach the earth, and some of these stars are probably already dead and gone,” yet they would still be remembered by those gazing up at the brilliant lights against the impenetrable black. A fascinating occurrence that could hint that death was not final, at least not for stars. ”Yet here they are, still alive in our sky,” he said, smiling dreamily as his lavender gaze returned to her snow kissed face.