𝕰ndless void, cloak of darkness delicately enveloping your limbs, infinite, its form merging with your own as though it had been crafted in the sole purpose of holding you. There is neither air nor light. Only a pitch black night that stretches around you, engulfing all possibility of existence. You are alone. Rock floating through space, condemned to wander aimlessly, unable to warm the souls you cannot see, those who cannot see you in return. Silver tears spill from your eyes, hands clutching where your heart would have beaten, if you possessed one. A terrible sense of impending doom, the certainty of knowing you will wander this way for a long, long time. Alone. For however revered it may be, the celestial body that many seek at night has no light of its own, and in the deepest darkness, its presence is swallowed by nothingness.

Until. Until a streak of light, a ray of molten gold, holy radiance setting everything ablaze, piercing through the velvet veil of the endless void, strikes through your heart and awakens a long forgotten beat. A star. One whose light you wear without noticing, without thinking, something as easy as the air you suddenly breathe, as if at last, you lived. No more disparate asteroids held together by gravity and a prayer, but a celestial presence in the night sky, one sought after. Borrowed light, and yet one that feels as though it had been your own at the damn of the universe, two souls whose reunion feels like an evidence. Children of the cosmos — one, unreal light leaking through every crack of her porcelain skin, a comfort seeked in darkest times, radiant presence of a haunted heart ; the other, divine haven of peace, shining intensely through the night, outstretched arms offering refuge from the chaos of the world. The Moon, and The Midnight Star.

Winter held its breath, world stilling under the falling snow as specks of white slowly made their way to the ground, joining thousands of others into dressing the immobile landscape with an ethereal cloak of pure ivory. In this eerie forest rested a frozen lake, and standing beside this frozen lake was a honey haired girl, violently shivering. Elena tightened the pans of her white coat, nose blushing red under the effect of the northern cold, the soft fur brushing her cheek as she grumbled about how as people who had mastered the craft of magic, they should have figured out a way to build an endless source of the precious beverage that currently allowed her to stand on her feet for such an extended period of time, all while blatantly ignoring the fact she had had at the least three coffees today, but who was counting, and anyhow it was either that or crumbling on her feet mid figure, and besides caffeine wasn't as bad as what people made it to be— the moonchild was stressing, at times hoping excitedly into place, a childlike smile plastered on her face as she gazed at the jumps and twirls unfolding on the lake facing her, at other moments seriously reflecting on why she had agreed to such a thing in the first place.

The raven was, in fact, the one who had offered, but it was a minor detail, for she was sure the star-eyed boy would have eventually proposed, had she not. An odd pair, these two were, yet one who made so much sense it was hard to believe they hadn't known each other their entire existence. They had met under the watchful gaze of the moon and stars, each believing the other to be merely a dream and yet returning every night, in hope of seeing them again. By a twist of fate, they had crossed paths in broad daylight and had been, since then, literally inseparable. It was therefore only natural that they should enter the ring hand in hand.

Upon hearing the deafening roar of applause saluting the previous performance, she took a deep breath, casting a worried glance at Giovanni, whose sharp features softened into a soothing smile. His hand found hers, thumb caressing her skin in a circular motion until the tension inhabiting her shoulders faded into the distance. The had practiced, over and over, at times more successfully than others, but she knew within her heart they were ready. Shedding herself of the coat that had been warming her freezing bones for the past hours, she made her way towards the surface of the lake, ever eerie and still. Upon feeling a familiar warmth behind her, she stepped a skate onto the ice, and pushed herself into the ring.

An immediate sensation of freedom filled her with delight, and a smile curved her lips as she glided towards the center, knowing he was following close without having to look, their movements in perfect synchrony. Reaching their desired placement, she pivoted to face him, taking a second to savor this moment.

His every breath lifted his chest, accentuating the delicate swirls of silver and blue etched onto his suit, trails of starlight dipping into the tissue as though the universe had poured its content onto him. Features chiseled in ice, divine and terrible statue come alive before her, he was every bit as celestial as the star he was meant to embody. Eyes the distinct shade of the deepest depths of a lake in the midst of winter, hair falling into delicate curls, lightly ruffled by the ambient wind, and an intricate creation of silver crowns his head, disappearing into his coffee curls. Her smile turned fond, and she gently brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes, letting her hand delicately fall into place, fingers fluttering against his cheek, as she felt his rest against her waist — their start position. Though the roars of the crowd made the very ice they were standing upon tremble, within his arm there was an eerie silence, the comfort he carried with him creating a barrier between them and the world. Her Midnight Star.

The theme of their program had been an evidence — Starlight In Orbit, skating to Indila. She, bright-eyed, adorned in silver and midnight blue, delicate swirls of argented ribbons swirling around her limbs in a splendid attempt at incarnating the one who had crafted her soul, was The Moon. Head crowned by a crescent, another depicted in highlighter between her brows, thighs scattered with stardust and other motifs. Golden curls had been gathered into a loose but firm bow, and the moonchild was ready to set off, ready to bring sparkles into the eyes of those here gathered. He, dark-haired, wearing ever changing shades ranging from pure white to the darkest of blue, glitter sewn into the tissue draping over his shoulder, ribbons escaping his suit and floating behind his every movement, light itself made alive, was The Midnight Star. Eyeliner accentuating his striking gaze, a delicate crown circling his head, brown curls shimmering with silver streaks and a determination matching her own, together they were everything one seeked when glancing at the night sky, light refracted in a thousand direction, divine and undeniable.

The first notes echoed throughout the ring, and soon her limbs were moving of their own accord. Their bodies leaned towards each other, head tilting in a depiction of adoration as hands moved around them like water, finding each other, fingers intertwined as they begun to pull away and skate, movement synchronized as though their heart beat as one. Gliding along the ice, hand in hand, rising a leg here and there, she let him slide in front of her, watching him pivote as they spun around each other, inching closer every second. His hands found her waist one more, and he held her as she dipped backward into an ina bauer. Pure bliss was etched on her every trait as she was brought back to her feet, and as they skated another lap they begun slowly parting from each other, hands reaching out as though the distance was unbearable. They circled each other, until he pivoted on his skate, allowing them both to glide towards the same direction once more, preparing themselves for the triple jump to come. Wand drawn, she pointed it at the sky, uttering a clear "Caerulimillious!", which will upon success create a cascade of blue sparks above their heads.

No words were exchanged, they had never needed those ephemeral representations of something that went beyond mere understanding, knowledge of each other as fast and certain as rays of light piercing through the veil of the universe. The Moon, and The Midnight Star — children of the cosmos forever bound to each other.

date ; 16th of February, 2026 notes ; any other action mentioned is for narrative abilities ; sixth sense, calming presence

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