"Hmm." Flins leans down, one arm folded behind his back, and with his other hand, he gently traces the outline of Illuga's lower lip.
"Aren't I more suited to join with the embers in your beak? Perhaps I will light the way for you on your long journey across the sky."
flins.⋆༺☾༻⛧🕯
Argh, how infuriating.
"...and wouldn't you want to become a nightingale with me?"
𝕀𝕃𝕃𝕌𝔾𝔸✶
"If I were to wish upon a star, I would choose you: the nightingale that flies at dawn, carrying an ember in its beak... Young Master, don't you think such a sight would appear much like a shooting star over the horizon?"
flins.⋆༺☾༻⛧🕯
His hand covers his lips, hiding a rueful smile, lowering his gaze.
"Then you must be my wish upon a star, Flins. There's nothing more I've ever wanted in my life than someone like you."
