#everyday i think about astel and the other malformed stars :')

[oldxenomorph]

💭 the empress + those star beings from Elden ring can’t remember the name lol

💭+ topic headcanons

“You were not formed properly.”

Nyx’s ancient, ethereal voice made the being’s wings shiver. Its tail of moons and planets stopped thrashing. Its skeletal face wore a silent smile, jaws unable to close due to its multiple mandibles, its eye sockets empty and dark. She states the obvious observation, more accurate ones, the hurtful ones need not be vocalized: it had no mother, no lineage, no genealogy.

It is malformed.

We fell from the sky.

The Night’s slender hands adorned with rings gently hold the face of the fallen star. Within her touch, she confirms its story. The starlight wings of the being shimmer, the red rubies in the primordial skulls of her hairpins and mantle blink in return; the young and elderly stars around her glitter, unafraid of the being that should be like them.

Multitudes of large hands with too many fingers carefully touch Nyx in return. For the first time, it touches a sea of stars, each of them luminous; they touch the velvet night itself, the oldest darkness, that from which all other stars came from. Her hair is so beautiful, as deep as midnight, floating as though unaffected by gravity.

It makes a sound. It does not know how to go back from where it came from. It wants to go where the Night Herself goes. It wants to be with its mother.

Will you take us home?

Nyx’s amethyst lips form a small, yet gentle smile.

“There is room for you in the Ziggurat, child.”

#messages from the deep #charmemes #night and extinction #everyday i think about astel and the other malformed stars :')