She turned as the sounds of his feet got nearer. Suddenly he felt concious of his appearence, as those blue eyes travelled up and down his body.
She saw a man with sickly pale skin and sunken grey eyes shadowed by messy black hair. His hollow cheeks were splattered with grey-ish freckles. He was stunningly tall, covered entirely by a massive suit and disshovelled tie.
Yes, she had missed seeing his face.
Finally, the Moon found his voice. "M-my lady..." His voice was a sickly sweet one, like a piano's lowest notes. "Would it be alright if we just sat and talked for a little while?"
The Sun stared at him for a moment.
"I-if," the Moon stuttered. Whatever hand was plucking these notes was trembling. He felt like he was, too. "In exchange for your time, I give you this smile?" Then, his thin lips curved upwards and his cheeks seemed slightly more healthy. His dark eyes lit up, ever so
By Lizzy Fogg