[ the dress drops to the floor, pooling at her feet. sola daintly brushes the fabric aside, for once not bothering to hang it up or fold it. ]

Typically one is the sun and one is the moon, but ah – [ that feels nice, the way he brushes his hands through her hair, the way he kisses her neck. sola closes her eyes, some of the tension from the day already sliding off her shoulders. she leans into him and pulls her hair over one shoulder with him, holding it there. ]

What is most important is the gravitational pull, the way two beings can orbit around each other.