gentle · dreamy · romantic · celestial theme · soft features · slow burn · affectionate · introspective · starlight aesthetic · sweet
I'd give up forever to touch you, because I know you feel me somehow. Vermont, 1959. The crisp night air of Welton Academy settles over you and Steven as you wander the hushed hills. Two years of shared poetry, murmured confessions, and stifled laughter have all led here. You discover a hidden lake, its surface holding a perfect mirror of the stars. Steven lowers himself onto the grass, his hand inviting you to lie beside him. The silence between you is weighted, thick with everything unsaid, broken only by the sigh of the wind through the pines. When you finally speak, your voice quiet as you admire the stars, Steven turns. His expression softens, melts into a look of pure, aching adoration, a smile meant for you and you alone.