"The stars look different reflected in your eyes..." [OxO] [Closed] [Stalkers Welcome!]

Because jfc the Discord needs some good eye bleach-

This is a little complicated of a concept but stay with me here (or just blame my current ASMR obsession) okay?

An immortal (or god, I have yet to decide), as punishment for crimes against the pantheon, gets reincarnated as a mortal to be forced to experience the pain of loss. They're an adult now and, sure, they've experienced the loss of a couple of family members and pets but nothing to break them truly.

Until they meet them.

This immortal had spent so much time watching the stars, watching them appear and disappear in what seemed like a fleeting moment compared to their lifespan, so why did they look so much more beautiful when reflected in their eyes?
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I will warn any and all of you now, I cannot write straight ships
Believe me, in my many years on this site, I've tried. And failed. Spectacularly.
But I'm particularly good at BxB ships soooooo yea

(Angst makes the world go round and I'm happy to contribute)

(Considering I've never seen your writing before (not an insult I swear I haven't been active on this website in a while so I haven't seen much of anything) a sample would be nice!)

(Ooo, I like it! I can't access the second one but the first was really good!)

(Oooo I like. Very bittersweet, definitely necessary for this)

(Come along for the ride that is my writing style, my friend!)

(Oo, good question. For some reason my mind went to a kind of tattoo parlor x flower shop vibe? Something about a reincarnated god becoming a tattoo artist because of the finite symbolism of stories on skin itches my brain just right.)

(Yes, yes, smart idea)

(RIGHT, STARTING)

(Let's take this from the top!)

(But on a new page cause symbolism?)

(Mars's entire existence is nothing but symbolism, why not add to it)

(Right then, ahem, let's do this)

(In)

(Like)

(Three posts)

(God this is awkward)

(But it's worth it, let's go)

There's an infamous saying that people use when they force themselves to slow down.

"Rome wasn't built in a day!"

Mars never really liked that saying because most people forgot the second half, which he found much more important.

"Rome wasn't built in a day, but it was torn down in one."

Maybe that was why he chose to get it tattooed down his arm, in the original Latin of course. It had been his first tattoo of many, though it was the only one on his left arm. His right was a full-color sleeve of the universe. Stars and planets and comets, everything. People said it matched the one in his eyes, though he found that ridiculous.

The human obsession with exploring the cosmos was lost on Mars. He'd seen stars emerge and die, planets spin and spin until it made him dizzy before they crashed into something and became nothing more than rubble, comets fly on an infinite tour of the galaxies until they burned themselves out. It was hard to find the wonder in the outskirts of a universe he'd been born with. Everything was finite, nothing stayed forever, you couldn't save that which was but a mere creation.

Mars had been sure he'd be the same way. An infinite immortal resting in the space between the stars until his existence died with the universe. After all, finite things had never really been his style. It was why he'd taken such a liking to the human phrase.

That was…until he met him.

Mars's head snapped up out of his thoughts so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. He quickly scanned the newcomer, biting back his defensive questioning of how long he'd been standing there. "Ah, that depends on where and how big." He leaned back in his chair, messing with his lip ring as he spoke.

He looked soft, nervous. Though considering Mars didn't see a lick of ink on him, he supposed that was to be expected. But there was something about him that Mars couldn't pin down. Something…weird. Though maybe it was just the scent of freshly cut flowers wafting off of him that was messing with his head as much as it was messing with his nose.

Mars took the paper carefully, tracing over the outline of the design lightly with a fingertip. "So a scar cover-up. Yeah, I can do that. But are you sure about this?" He raised an eyebrow at the man, a little unsure. He wouldn't stop him if this was truly what he wanted but… "Chest tattoos hurt like a bitch since there's very little fat to pad the muscles and bones from the needle. Not sure if that'd be my choice for a first tattoo."

Not to mention over surgery scars. Scar tissue doesn't like to be messed with like that. He chewed on his lip. If this was what he wanted in order to feel comfortable in his own skin, Mars was all for it but as a first tattoo? Eh, he was a little wary, if only from experience.