AUTHORS NOTE: Struggled. I'm not even going to deny it. I hate this prompt word. Strong hatred.
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[Moonlight]
"It's beautiful," Stuart said leaning against the bridge, his smile on the way the full moon glittered across the River Clyde.
Stuart, being obsessively into astronomy, had decided that seeing as tonight was a clear night, they were going to go for a walk and marvel at the beauty that was the full moon. Robbie, being Robbie, had cracked a lame joke about being careful as they'd turn into werewolves if they were out after midnight but Stuart had just laughed and informed him that witches were the ones that came out after midnight.
Robbie turned to look at his partner, his arm wrapped around the man's waist as he held onto the old bridge and smiled at the look of awe on his face. He could sense a cheesy chick flick moment coming on when he'd mutter the extremely embarrassing line of "not as beautiful as you..." but he decided not to and just returned his gaze to the moon.
He did have to admit that Glasgow was pretty when covered in the silvery light of the moon.