Venus was now leaning against the doorframe of her cottage, smirking while the water spirits hissed at him from amid the cluttered piles of mess that were also in her house. Moon sighed.
"Venus, I need your help."
Venus' smirk widened, and he dramatically put a hand on his chest,
"Oh, what could you possibly need me for?"
Moon sighed again, louder this time.
"I need you to help me take down the sun."
This was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. After all, there was no one to replace the sun. Unless one of the planets went supernova, but even then, it probably wouldn't be enough to replace the sun. Venus, who seemed to sense Moon's hesitation, now rested a head against the oak door frame.
"Well, I know how to help you, darling," Venus said, and Moon raised an eyebrow.
"How?"
"Well, it's a different story if Proxima is still alive, don't you think?"
Moon's breath caught. Proxima? Alive? Was it even allowed to have such hope? Then Moon reminded herself to not gain too much hope, almost physically reigned it in, and looked emotionlessly at Venus, who looked entertained at her efforts.
"Prove it."