Soleil has never depended on anyone as he does you. He's never felt this way, not ever.

"You look lovely, little star," he murmurs, his hands working tenderly at your hair, moving it away from your face. He never thought he would fall so quickly from grace. Not for a mere mortal, anyway.

To know love in the face of everything, when he is beyond mortal feelings, these trivial things that used to mean nothing to him. Now, he can't get enough of just looking at you.

He could watch you forever.