Warnings: -
Word Count: 279

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"They're gorgeous, aren't they?" You murmered dreamily, gazing up at the blackened backdrop of the night sky as you pointed upward, your fingertip resting on a flaxen orb - no bigger than a pea on the tip of your nail. As your eyes danced across the embroidered canvas, awe engulfed your every thought; here you were, lay beneath a starlit sky, the soft chirp of the cicadas from the bushes behind providing a soothing, melancholic song. Beside you lay Carol, her hands resting against her stomach, eyes squinting slightly at the amethyst glow the looming moon provided.
"That's Kree..." Her lips curved into a smile as she followed the trail of your finger, gazing at the hazy orb of amber above. "It isn't as nice as it looks from down here, though." You angled your head toward the woman beside you as she spoke, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her tone suddenly trailing off.
"Why's that?" Your question carried on the night air, greying whispers of smoke swirling into the atmosphere and laying rest among the stars.
Carol turned to face you - her cheek pressed into the blades of grass you lay on - her eyes were hopeful, a soft glimmer of the stars above reflecting in her glazed iris'. "You're here..." She spoke simply, lips curved once more and you couldn't help but mimick her; a smirk pulling at the corners of your mouth, dancing at the plump petals of your lips.
"Kree has nothing on Earth. Not. A. Patch" Carol giggled, a sound you never wanted to end; like the chirp of birds on a summers day; or the gentle patter of rain on a lazy Sunday morning.
Home.