They think she’s shy. But still waters run deep, and Sailor Mercury? She was drenched in longing. The rooftop was quiet, the night still—until her breath caught on her own lips, until her hands traced constellations across her own skin.
No one saw. Except maybe the moon. And it approved.
XOXO, Ashleigh
Mando Calrissian
2025-04-19 18:21:21 +0000 UTC