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It was supposed to be a date. Though, technically it still was one, Hakuno considered. In that case it was supposed to be a date that went well. A lovely little romantic outing where they could relax under the night sky. One where they would both be in a good mood.
Gilgamesh had been so confident and smug—the default state for him, of course, but it was the state of mind he had an hour ago—taking Hakuno by the hand, leading her to a tall hill full of lush alien grass. They were utterly alone out here, the population of this planet being rather small. And due to the lack of artificial light, the natural skies were as bright as the light of SE.RA.PH’s.
“What a pitiful life,” Gil had said dismissively. “At the tail end of your adolescence and never seeing the stars. Nearly as sad as the state of your wallet when I first entered your contract.”
Not that she’d had much of a chance.
“You modern mongrels worshiping constellations owe your gratitude to Mesopotamia,” he’d said as they got comfortable on the blanket he summoned. “My citizens were the very first to chart the skies. An even bigger pity that their perfect patterns have shifted, their true beauty lost to time.”
And right as he’d lifted his finger to point at the stars…. “The one your era calls Leo is—”
As he trailed off and didn’t say anything else, Hakuno looked over to him to see his expression quickly turning sour. He looked like he’d just discovered his favorite snack had been discontinued at the convenience store. She looked back up to the sky to see just what was making him so baffled. What she found was… nothing really. It was gorgeous, yes, with a huge swirling mass of stars and galaxies. But none of it really made sense to her. Like he’d teased her about, she didn’t know what the sky was supposed to look like. Especially not here out in the far reaches of—Oh.
Hakuno gave another glance back towards Gilgamesh and found his expression only turning worse. “Gil…”
Gilgamesh lowered his hand and gave the haughtiest shrug he could while still lying down. Though, it was clear his limbs carried more than just anger. “A foreign sky…”
The stars he knew, the ones he grew up watching, now they were entirely unfamiliar. He was no expert, no better than a freshly born infant first opening their eyes. And yet.
Unknown constellations, ones humans could never dream of, they reflected in Gilgamesh’s eyes. This was the sight he’d seen in his dreams since he was a child.
“We’re really here,” Hakuno said, leaning closer to him. “We’ll just have to visit the stars you know together.”