The note rolled through the void like a silver wire, tugging every thought in his head toward her. Warmth flooded his chest, sudden and sweet, until he wanted nothing but the lovely woman made of light.
"There you are, love, doesn't it feel wonderful to want something this much?" the Songstress purred, drifting closer across the dark.
"I... yes, it does," Hajin said, the words sliding out before he could weigh them.
Her glow brightened into a smile, warm as a hearth in winter, the stars seeming to lean closer.
Juna's fingers crushed his hand until it ached, her voice distant, as if shouted down a well. His own voice answered from somewhere inside a warm cloud, soft, foolish, and not quite his own.
"Idiot, you just went soft, you only sound like that around a bakery," came the faint furious call from somewhere far across the dark.
Aria's calm cracked on the last word, "Warning, a foreign desire has been detected in your thoughts, it stands at sixty percent and rising."
