Isn't It Pathetic

"I told the stars about you."

Wind gently swayed the tree branches above, leaves were dancing their way down before gently landing on the forest floor.

The dirty blond smiled, a bit amused. He, however, continued to stare and marvel at the yellowing sky. Muted light green eyes fixed on the scene of dawn--the rising sunrays catching themselves in the ever so slightly, flowing strands of his wavy hair; turning them into a golden colour. The god next to him instead laid eyes on the blond.

"I told the stars about you," the olive-haired one repeated, almost as if the other didn't quite catch what he had said at first.

"What did they say?" the blond finally asked, eyes still gazing upon the sunrise.

"It's more over what I said," the god chuckled lightly as he rested a hand on the other's thigh. Usually, the god wore his white gloves and fancy attire: vest, bowtie, hat, monocle, and even carried a black cane with him--but this time and other times like this one, his hands were ungloved, his outfit consisting of a simple dress shirt and slacks. Basically matching with his companion, who he had now caught the attention of; he was no longer fixed on the sky's hues. He turned to look at him, suddenly realizing that the immortal's eyes had been trained on his face the entire time. It caused his freckled face to slightly warm and he dropped his gaze shyly.

"What did you say?" the blond asked again, eyes shifted back to Tally.

The god cupped the dirty blond's cheeks, a thumb lightly stroking the many little dots that decorated his fair skin below the muted light green eyes and light lashes. "I told them about your freckles and how I love to trace them into constellations that resembled them," he answered, bringing his face closer. "I told them about those lovely eyes of yours. The greenness, like the moss and lichen that cling to the aging trees of the forest. A colour of nature. The colour of light sage..." Tally breathed, still holding the blond's face, his brown eyes holding the gaze of the ones he praised.

He paused for a second before closing in the space between them with a brush of his lips to the ones that belonged to the blond. It wasn't quite a kiss, but it was enough to leave a tingle.

Almost as soon as the god pulled back to look into the other's eyes, he was overcome with the urge to press his lips against the freckled one. Instead he let out a soft sigh, momentarily closing his eyes and he turned away--drifting to look past the trees of the forest.

"Isn't it pathetic?" Tally sighed, his tone laced with a trace of bittersweetness. The blond carefully held his gaze upon the now troubled god of time, "What is?"

"For a celestial like me to fall for a mortal."

"Well..." the blond one began, he reached for the god's hand and intertwined it with his. Tally blinked. "This is the happiest I've been, it's been when I'm with you," he murmured bashfully.

Tally smiled and shook his head gently, suddenly softly laughing at himself. "It's ironic, the way I have time slipping through my grasp like sand--how you make me feel mortal, so human."

He chuckled, still holding a smile as he looked fondly at their joined hands.

"Isn't it pathetic?"