Noctisardor Bypass salamander with wings of swallowtail

backdating to three days after this 

the stars were winking brilliantly whilst their gouache mother smiled. everything sat in stillness as honey-thick catharsis spread thru him and up to his cheeks. there was nothing like the piano of the shafting leaves an the hum of the earth. as an enthusiast appreciates blues and jazz, the boy reveled in the company of lesser life ( as he balked in the face of socialization ) and time betwixt constant survival. half-lidded eyes gazed upon a symphony that strums on forever.

there was no ignoring the loneliness that had begun to nest within kigipigak; a hungry worm burrowing inside of him. he did not know where it came from, only that it made him feel like a discarded piece of fruit rotting from the inside-out. beneath the indifference of starlight the young man demanded sleep to come to him, which in turn would keep sleep from his mind entirely. he did not know there was another suffering a similar fate nearby. his attention was upon the many eyes overhead; he wondered of fate, of spirits, of kukutux, and of his mother.

I hope this is ok! Tried to match.

<3 ( i'll try to keep up better with this )

Sensing the northerner wrest Astraeus from his circadian rhythm; which such a start his doesn't notice his damp palms. His half-lidded eyes catch up to the rest of him as he notices Kigipigak. His stomach curls as he almost believes it's going to be a mishap with Phaedra somehow, but she was still self-alienating as she was corporal. The man held looking glasses of gold honeycomb, but he had an air as if he was falling upwards. “Spionierct du aus, schneemann?” he snorted, half-disturbed and half-wonder if he was a hallucination that visited mentally pubescent boys.

the stranger's voice held sounds that he did not understand, and were not altogether unpleasant, but very different. it was enough to spook him; kigipigak's attention falling comet-like from the stars to land upon the earthy figure of the boy. his stomach was a knot.

he did not like being found here thinking vulnerable thoughts. more so, he disliked not understanding what was being said to him. the intimacy of his ignorance spoiled an otherwise positive meeting.

speak plainly, he called back in his own native inupiaq; let them feel the sting of it, he thought.