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“That one’s called Orion,“ you inform and point to a line of stars. “You can tell by the three stars next to each other and they make up Orion’s belt.” You go into more detail, labelling the stars that form the image of the hunter. The two of you are presently sitting on the edge of The Alcor, legs dangling out of the ship and hanging above the calm sea. It’s nighttime so you’d think the water would be indiscernible if it weren’t for the soft reflections of light from the moon and the distant objects of gas.
"Huh, why do constellations never look like the things they’re named after?” You turn your head around. Lifting an eyebrow, you give your lover a hard stare as if to say “did you seriously just ask me that question?”
Beidou mirrors your actions and—as if she can read through you—answers the thought in your head.
“Yes, I did,” she lets out a chortle and grins cheekily. “What can I say? Life is all about taking risks.” You roll your eyes and bite your lower lip in an attempt to hold back your own laughter. It’s amusing yet you can’t help but give in to her provocations.
“Do you want them to look like detailed portraits? You’d have to get Vermeer to paint over the sky!” you proclaim dramatically, huffing and folding your arms across your chest to feign annoyance.
“Hey, not a bad idea.” You spot a hint of a smirk on her face and roll your eyes in response. You’re about to retaliate but your attention is drawn to the dashes of white above you.
A meteor shower.
You gasp, stunned by the occurrence overhead. You had never been lucky enough to see one despite being an astrologer and calculating when the phenomenon would happen was quite difficult. That being so, this moment will be ingrained into your memory whilst the childlike wonder of the expression you wear will always be cherished by the woman beside you.
Beidou’s breathing hitches and her eyes turn soft as she observes your figure—shoulders edging forward with a growing attraction to the night sky and eyebrows lifting slightly in sheer amazement. streaks of light are reflected onto your pupils, flitting ever so quickly yet why, at this moment, does it feel like time is the opposite? For Beidou, her universe slows as if nothing else in the world matters.
Love blooms in her heart and she feels dizzy but she doesn’t dare to say it yet. You’ll have to wait a while but when it does happen—when each others’ feelings are realised—Beidou knows she’ll declare it with so much confidence and so much volume that not even the collapse of a supernova would be able to mute her.
“They say if you’re lucky enough to see a shooting star, you can make a wish and it’ll come true,” you say, awestruck. “Now, we can make a million wishes.”
Suddenly brought back to reality, your lover discreetly swerves her eyesight to the stellar mess over your heads.
“You know, stars are useful to us sailors too,” Beidou mentions.
“Oh?”
“There’s a star over there…” she points upwards to redirect your focus. “That we use to navigate the seas. We call it the North Star. Not sure if it’s actually north though.”
“I think I’ve heard of that. Amongst my fellow astronomers, we gave it the name ‘Polaris’. It’s the brightest star of the Ursa Minor constellation,” you reminisce. Beidou nods in understanding but really, she becomes lost in your last few sentences.
“I use it to help my crew get back home safe and sound,” she pauses, taking the time to choose her words. “But for me, the North Star isn’t the thing that guides me home.”
You feel your heart rate spike at the statement and you find yourself clinging nervously onto what she’ll say next. Beidou’s gaze, once again, lands on your face.
“It’s you.” She witnesses the sides of your mouth arch up as you let out a small giggle.
“I didn’t realise you could be so… coquettish.”
Grinning, you close the remaining distance between you until her lips are a breath away from yours. You raise your hand so your thumb can caress her cheeks and as she leans into your touch with her eyes piercing through your own, neither of you can resist any longer. Heart beating against her chest, Beidou leans forward to kiss you. It’s soft, delicate and, like a wish that is projected upon a shooting star, is received with an infinite amount of care.
When you separate, your heart aches for more so you do it all over again. Under the moonlight, where nobody can catch sight of you, her lips brush yours, and a second galaxy is born.
With your hands still tightly wound together, the electro wielder tips her head to rest it on your shoulder. She whispers, eyes closed in pure bliss, “Looks like we’ll be keeping the moon company all night, eh?”