Mars longs for Venus. Swinging wide in his arc, he reaches out his powerful gravity, stretching ever further, reaching for her hand. She flashes a smile in return and reaches out for him too.
His heart leaps in its core. She is so beautiful! Shrouded in pale mystery, bright as the sun in his eyes, awash with golden clouds dancing around her head. He can practically touch her smooth surface and feel her warmth on his cold red skin.
And then. Then. Then, that no-account Earth comes between them! Every time, it’s the Earth, barging in with its thick clouds and sloshing seas, making eyes at his girl and blowing rings of smoke from volcanoes. If it weren’t for him, they could be together! If it weren’t for him, life would be perfect!
Mars was going to have to do something about that guy. And soon.