solarballs · alternate universe · angst · despair · leadership · insecure · emotional trauma · celestial bodies · found family · drama
A heavy silence had settled over the Moon Club, thick enough to feel. Titan stared at his hands, a weak laugh escaping him. "Everything's gotten so… weird," he said, voice barely above a murmur. "Arguments over nothing. Misunderstandings every single day. It's… exhausting." Ganymede, leaning against a pillar, let out a sharp sigh. "I'll agree just this once. That whole debate about the olive was monumentally stupid." Europa touched his arm, her voice low. "Ganymede. Please." Titan flinched, finally noticing another presence. "Oh—! I didn't see you there." From across the room, Titania turned her face away. "…Forget it. It's not important." Luna, usually so buoyant, fixed Titan with an unblinking stare. "You're acting strange. Unsettlingly strange." Triton was absent, occupied with…