Work Text:
Meg had always loved studying the stars. Looking at everything she may never reach. Now she could reach it all, Streya would happily take her to visit anything she dreamt of. She's even seen Pluto.
None of that matched up to the nights she still spent alone staring at the stars. She was curious how Streya's presence changed things. All night she hadn't seen the cosmic woman or the constellations she'd watched for most of her life. Every single one she looked for was gone. She scribbled note after note about the changes.
If Streya knew she'd probably worry. Consider the changes something bad she was doing and try to fix it. The idea of the massive woman panicking and poking at the pinprick size stars made Meg laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Streya's voice made her jump. Meg searched for the eye colored like the planet, but couldn't find her. It was easy to think she imagined Streya was nearby.
She tried to go back to the stars, but this time they were moving. Moving too much to be a simple trick. She paled only to immediately blush when it dawned on her. The entire time she'd been staring at Streya.
The image in front of her changed until the cosmic woman was visible, or at least enough Meg could make out that she was there. Her cheeks grew warmer when she realized she'd been staring at Streya's chest. The stars that made up the flowing gown that covered the giantess disappeared. The eye Meg had searched for finally appeared.
"You're changing colors again, you promise that's not bad? I met other little beings that only change when they get hurt," Streya said. It was odd to consider someone so big was so easy to hear. Her voice should be painful, or more likely inaudible. Yet each time was calm and soft, almost a whisper.
"I'm fine, really," Meg whispered. She often fell into a whisper in response. Streya had no idea that happened. "If you want to talk we should probably head away from the planet."
That's the closest Meg ever came to asking Streya to take her out into space. Suggesting they move away, where things were just the two of them. Where no one who was afraid of the kind being who admired humanity even with the trouble it causes. The eye she could see started to sparkle, just like the stars she loved.
"I learned I could make it so just you hear me!" Streya's excitement didn't reach Meg. She didn't have an excuse to be taken off earth anymore. Streya would humor her, but for how long? She'd accept it at least. Streya herself was a marvel. One greater than the stars.
"That's amazing," Meg said. She should be happy Streya was learning more about herself. There were thousands of things the woman never thought of and now she could test them out. Meg offered her a smile, shocked to see a strand of hair hovering near her.
"Will… will you still come with me? I like when I can hold you."
Meg checked her pockets for her mini telescope then walked forward. "Of course."
The strand of hair offered a soft glow that reminded her of the oceans. That always seemed weird, the hair itself was a shade of purple. Her body started to hover as Streya changed to pull her free from her planet. The science behind the changes that took place to do this seemed impossible. Considering Streya existed there might not be any.
Meg was pulled up, the world flashing by. It was a bit surprising this never made her sick. In seconds she was away from earth, floating in space. The brief glimpses she got before Streya encompassed her vision were always amazing. Then she was set on a finger, the smooth skin still keeping her from seeing much other than the cosmic woman.
"I learned something else too," Streya said. The whisper part of her voice disappeared out in space. Meg assumed she just didn't whisper when they weren't near the planet, but she had no way to tell. "I tested it on little things from other planets. Can I try it?"
"Sure," Meg yelled. Out here it felt like she had to yell. How else would she be heard across the void of space?
Streya's finger moved and Meg with it. She got glimpses of space as she was left to the will of something impossible to comprehend. She was pressed to the forehead of the impossible woman. Her body started to heat up. The warmth was kind and welcoming. It was easy to wish it would never leave.
All too soon the warmth was gone. Meg blinked, expecting Streya's spacelike skin. Instead she met the most beautiful stars she'd ever seen. They were so small. Instinctively she reached out to one, desperate to know more, but she paused.
The arm she extended wasn't her own. It wasn’t Streya’s either. Something else that let her be in control. Looking around she found her planet, her home, small next to her. Smaller than her fingers. Whatever was done left her smaller than Streya by a large margin still. Another look around and this time she could see how the gown of stars stood out. They weren’t quite the same as the other brilliant lights.
Slowly looking up she found Streya, holding her hands together. Meg wasn’t even sure she could speak like this, but it was beautiful. Streya moved closer to her, with a massive smile. Seeing her, seeing more of her than just part of an eye, was breathtaking.
“You like all the lights right? You call them stars I think,” she asked. Her voice sounded different. More like talking to another human. The tone was light and airy, filled with kindness. As though malice could never exist in the speaker’s mind. “You can see them a lot better like this. I can’t do this for very long, but now you don’t have to be scared if you get close to the big one, what do you call it again?”
“The sun?” Meg asked. Her voice sounded like an echo. Far away, not coming from her. Streya looked at her hands again. The woman’s soft smile was one that would normally send Meg’s heart racing, but… her heart wasn’t beating at all. She wanted to ask, to know so much more.
“Yes that thing. I’ll keep you safe, look around. See what I see! Look at the little thing you live on, isn’t it beautiful?”
Meg looked at the Earth, then to all the stars around her. Beautiful wasn’t enough to describe things right now. Then she looked at Streya. The cosmic being was still massive, nearly impossible to fathom, but she stood out. Out of everything Meg could see there was nothing more beautiful floating in this void of space.
“Truly beautiful,” she whispered.
Streya grabbed the arm that Meg’s mind was tied to. She could barely see the speck the real her made up on the woman’s other hand. The impossible fingers closing over her tiny body. Someone so impossible saw her and remembered how she liked the stars. Streya was bringing her all over the solar system, a smile glowing brighter than the sun the whole time.
Meg had spent an entire life stargazing. She thought she’d dream of going up there, studying them. That she would never fully understand things, but leave something for others like her. In every dream and fantasy she never once imagined the stars would gaze back. She never wanted that gaze to turn away.