It was like finally capturing the star that would balance out the wobbles in her orbit. It was staggering, lighting up her life the way Serenity never had.
She felt bad for him in a vague way, but she knew he'd find someone.
The absurdity of the whole thing made her giggle uncontrollably. Her wild spinning through space evened out by a dark lady with a hot red pixie cut. Who would have thought such a firecracker could steady her? Even stranger, they seemed to balance; a perfectly synchronous star system where dancers complemented each other.
...Yeah, she loved her.
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I don't know if this is going to be canon, but it amused me. Pale, blue-haired Amber falling for a darker-skinned neon-red-head is just adorable. (Reminds me a little of Aster and Diana, actually.)
And the thing with the stars... mm. Beautiful.
“Come on. Nothing to be afraid of; it’s just the stars.”
“Seren, I can’t. I have a life, a family, friends, school, the whole shebang. I’d love to, but there’s too much.”
“You don’t seem to understand the gravity of the situation here. Let me make it perfectly clear for you: you have no life here.
Staying here on Earth has no future. If you stay, you will die.
”
“But surely there must be something –“
“There is something I can do, and I’m doing it. I am going home. And you’re running out of time to join me.”
“...Okay.”
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This is a bit of a different style prompt that we usually get around here, but I made it work. And it's been a while since I drabbled (obviously), and I was pleasantly surprised by how easy this happened. It was fun, really.
Before Serenity, if you’d asked me what my favorite time of day was, I would have said mornings. Sun streaming in through the curtains, breeze rustling the trees, the promise of a fresh start.
Now, if you ask me the same question, I say dusk. The soft blurred colors of twilight, the sleepy chirps of nesting birds and stretching crickets. But the magic is in stars blinking their eyes open and murmuring lazy good evenings to each other and to Serenity, who whispers their names and their stories in my ear. Dusk is breathless, beautiful, magical, familiar. Dusk is home.
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This is Amber. I would never say morning was my favorite time of day.
I don't know if she's in love with him or with the stars. Could be either, could be both.
I'm not the only one who did a star-person drabble for this prompt!
I didn’t think I would ever get used to Seren’s touch. A guiding hand on my back, grasping my wrist, hushing me. With every touch, his frozen skin against mine made us both grimace in pain. He was too cold – I was too hot. We avoided each other.
I woke up gasping, the air in my lungs setting them on fire, my skin crawling. He was there instantly, wrapping himself around me. Hot and cold seared us both. I don’t remember who screamed. Maybe we both did.
Since my Change, he’s the only person who can touch me without shivering.
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I basically learn something new about these two every time I write with them.
When Cold came up, it had to be Serenity. But I ended up writing this from Amber's point of view, not mine as I'd originally anticipated.
The idea that his temperature is not a trait unique to himself, but one related to his condition as a Starlit, had not occurred to me.
I struggled with the final sentence for quite some time, and ended up cutting details from the rest of the piece in order to have enough words left to say it like that. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out, because you can fill in all the gaps and get an idea of what's going on through just that short comment. There are no details in it, but within the context you know exactly what she means.
“Seren... what’s happening?” her voice shook. He smiled softly. He remembered the first time.
“Shh...” he placed his finger over her lips, shivering a little at the almost painful heat of her skin. “They simply want to meet you,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb the points of light dotting her skin.
“Why?” It was obviously a struggle to keep her voice down. Her arms were shaking.
“They’re our cousins.” He let one crawl from her fingertip to his. “They connect our lights...” he raised his hand and watched the firefly blink into the sky. “...to those of the stars.”
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I'm still trying to figure out what being a Starlit means, and it's helpful that Amber is as well. I wish I had been better able to capture this moment, since I can picture it so clearly in my mind.
It's obvious to me that Seren has cared about this girl since she turned up in his life.
Blue and red. She’d never fallen in love before.
Shouldn’t they be opposites? Opposites attract.
Blue. She had been so cold and distant, and it hadn’t even fazed him. It had hurt – her heart, inside – when he touched her. But somehow this was different than the other hurts.
Red. The twinkle in his eyes was so warm and inviting. He wasn’t going to hurt her. They were all like that at first. But somehow he was different than the other boys.
Opposites attract. Would this be different than the other times?
She’d never fallen in love before.
Red and blue.
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Oh, how I love this drabble.
Introducing Amber, another Starlit. Her "color" I guess you could say, is blue. And somehow, Amber has fallen in love with my partner. He's a ginger. So you can see where the red and blue theme came from.
And I really love how the drabble has such structure. The first four lines and the last four lines nearly mirror each other, and the red/blue sections are nearly parallel. So much fun to write.
