Moonspear senpai notice me

As lightning struck across the skies Caelum watched, breathless. He loved her beautiful flashes the most, although her rumbling was just as appreciated. They were all a part of her, as far as Caelum was concerned. His brother asked him if he thought she liked his singing. The note about bravery was taken in, though Caelum attached little value to either of these two things; the question or the note on bravery. He stoically answered, I do not know. He glanced at the sky; he did not know if she liked his singing, because she never did speak back. Not in a language that he understood, anyway. We do not speak the same language, the lightning mother and I. With a note of melancholy — which made Caelum look as if he was an old soul trapped in a young body — Caelum lifted his head to the sky and glanced out towards where her flashes had showed themselves and her rumbles had sang to him. A love that could never be, but a love that he pursued, nonetheless.