demeterschild
Black suit. Perfectly primped. Porcelain. Untouched. Unmarred. Nothing can top him. Nothing. He is cold and black and perfect.
Starlight, again? I do not understand this starlight. There is nothing special. It is merely light, that shines, like every other light. Is it loved because it twinkles? It is adored because it brings light to the darkness? Starlight means the coolness of night, an escape from the fiery light of day.
The starlight was beautiful. Crisp, angelic, perfect. It brightened the whole sky, her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes sparkling with starlight. It was magnificent.