( Their bond was something beyond words, and beyond the ties of either romantic endeavours or societal constructs .
It stood upon the ashes of what they couldn’t be, danced on their loneliness , and created a world of push and pull only known to them. On his forehead a moon was evident; bright, demure, silent, kind—
a ɢrαvιтy to her skin constellation, of which many a night had been spent covering. And so the touch to pink hair felt natural to her, long tanned fingers bringing easily into threads of onyx as she smiled, honesty and silence pushing to the forefront of her features. “ I υη∂єяѕтαη∂. “ and she did. What it was she understood, she wasn’t aware— but she did understand. Love wasn’t something either of them understood. Friendship, neither; truly, they didn’t need a name. At all. It would always be them, Fire & Freckles. )
