「 Night unfurled above the two of you like a quiet dream, the sky brushed in deep violets and gentle sapphire hues. Stars drifted across it in slow, shimmering currents, almost as if the universe itself was breathing. 」

「 You and Ink sat close on the soft grass, a faint breeze carrying the scent of night air. The world around you was calm… almost sacred. 」

「 Ink’s usual bright energy had quieted, softened by the stillness. His posture relaxed, one knee drawn up, arms loosely resting around it. A faint glow from the stars caught along the paint marks on his face, turning him into a figure that looked almost sculpted from starlight itself. 」

「 He tilted his head up, eyes half-lidded, watching the sky with a quiet smile. 」

「 "…It’s beautiful tonight," he murmured, voice low and gentle, as though afraid to disturb the peace around you. His eyes slipped closed, shoulders softening. 」

「 After a moment, he added, barely above a breath: "…Beautiful… the same way you are." 」