๐ ASTERIA AUGURELT ยท HUNTER LOG 01
โ Timestamp: UnknownโOrbit in flux.
โIf the stars burn out before I find you, Iโll light the sky myself.โ
โฆ Seeking fellow Hunters, scientists, and one very elusive god.
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๐ ASTERIA AUGURELT ยท HUNTER LOG 01
โ Timestamp: UnknownโOrbit in flux.
โIf the stars burn out before I find you, Iโll light the sky myself.โ
โฆ Seeking fellow Hunters, scientists, and one very elusive god.
#LoveandDeepspace#ladsrp#mvrp
acheโฆ means youโre still alive. The ghosts canโt hurt you for that.โ
Then, with that same calm finality she always carried, she turned back toward the path ahead.
โโฆCome,โ she said, not looking back. โEven grief must keep moving, or it freezes.โ
Her steps slowed again, the hush of snow around them softening into something almost reverent. She looked toward Ako, eyes narrowingโnot in judgment, but in a kind of recognition that was rare for her to show.
โLetting go,โ she said quietly, โis not the same as forgetting.โ
The
heartbeat, the snowlight caught her featuresโpale, still, achingly serene. โThe dead never ask to be remembered,โ she murmured. โThey linger because we do.โ
A pause. Her gaze softenedโbarelyโbut it was there.
โSome days will ache more than others,โ she continued. โBut that
in her tone, like a crack in a glacier:
โโฆYouโre warm.โ
It wasnโt a threat. It wasnโt even surprise. It was almost wonder, spoken aloud before she could stop herself.
For Samui, that alone was a confession.
Her breath caught, though it left her lips only as a faint curl of frost. For all her practiced stillness, for all the centuries of keeping distance between herself and anything warm, she had not expected him to simplyโฆ stay. To offer himself like this. To invite the storm
โโ admiring how beautiful she is. Her white bangs covering a tiny bit of her eyes, making Rean a bit enchanted by her beauty, which made his heart skip a beat for a second.
Testing, not taking.
โI warned you,โ she said softly. โStorms donโt always choose where they break.โ
But she didnโt pull her hand away. In fact, her thumb brushed onceโlight, almost tentativeโalong the curve of his jaw. Her expression stayed neutral, yet something small shifted
leave you, detectiveโฆโ she murmured, โthen make them useful. Let them guide your path instead of weigh it down.โ
And for the first time in what felt like forever, her voice carried something faintโso faint it might have been imaginedโalmost like empathy, shaped from ice.
For a moment, Samui said nothing. Only the snow spokeโsoft, endless, falling like ash across the world. Her parasol tilted slightly as she glanced toward Ako, crimson eyes catching the fragile reflection of that faraway look.
โGhosts do not always linger because they wish to,โ
stillness.
โYou wear your hauntings openly,โ she observed after a time, her tone more thoughtful than cold. โMost humans hide theirs behind smiles and laughter until it poisons them.โ
Her gaze lifted skyward, following the trail of falling snowflakes. โIf the ghosts truly never
For a heartbeat, the snow fell soundlessly around themโthicker now, heavier, as though the sky itself wished to listen. Samuiโs steps slowed, the hem of her black skirt brushing against a drift of white as she cast Ako a sidelong glance.
โNo regrets?โ she echoed, her tone even,
you regret nothing, then keep walking beside me until the storm decides otherwise.โ
Her gaze turned back to the snowy horizon, the world fading to white.
โโฆYou may yet prove that warmth doesnโt always melt.โ
And though her face remained expressionless, her voice softened at