Duskfire Glacier [m] stargirl

faust scoffed at the touch, but didn’t pull away. didn’t shake her off.
instead, he relented. a long, deep exhale, and then he was shifting, pulling her in—tucking her against the broad expanse of his chest, where she fit too well, too easily. the warmth of her pressed against him, soft and small beneath the vast, open sky.
he stared up at the shimmering aurora, its colors rippling across the heavens, and for a moment, just a moment, he let himself sink into it. into the quiet. into her.
what do i need good luck for? his voice was low, almost thoughtful, though the gruff edge never left it. he tipped his head just slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of her in his peripheral, nestled into his hold like she belonged there.
he shouldn’t be doing this. shouldn’t be entertaining her fantasies, her warmth, her godsdamned optimism. but here he was, holding her beneath the stars, asking about good luck like it was something he could believe in.