01-18-2018, 08:47 PM
Valensia
Val comes alive under the shower of affection; every cell in her jumping and preening ready to jump through any hoop to keep the attention flowing to her. When the words caress her fluffy ears a new rush warms her soul to melting point. This is all it takes for her to settle into home; my darling Valensia, with those three words she is forever anchored to the land of Tephra, and the strange adoring family that has rescued her from a cold and lonely existence.
With her head lowered in a demur stance; she looks him over while she waits for signs of acceptance. He’s beautiful, lighter than herself, with a shock of color that she had not yet seen. Her breath comes in shallow puffs, the intensity of her hope coiling her muscles into rigid steel. They stand there for a moment, the world centering on him and his decision about her. For a moment he is larger than life and in control of all that is creating the woman she will become. When she hears his voice its so soft and kind she takes a deep breath teetering on the edge of bliss. Quickly the smile is returned with a large quirky one of her own, delirious in her happiness. Her head comes up proud to have something just as fascinating as his coloring. She flares them out of her sides, whispering shyly, Thank you.
Under mothers adoring eyes they dance for her every look. Relaxing after a whirlwind of events she knows she will do anything for this family. You look pretty, she stumbles and struggles for a moment looking for the right word. Because she doesn’t know what color it is that makes him so very different from herself she chooses pretty; it’s a beautiful color, and she wants to return the compliment bestowed on herself. She walks up closer to him, nudging affectionately already feeling the need for contact with someone once again. Just as she felt with mother an anchoring occurs in her soul once more with the touch of her new brother.
Honeyed eyes warm into liquid gold as she looks from him to mother and back to him looking for all signs of pleasure on their faces. She overflows with curiosity about this place, this boy, this mother, and wondering if there is anyone else that will expand her image of this family. She can’t imagine a better place to be or better souls to share it with. Brimming with question she isn’t sure how to ask or where to start so she chooses not to rush finding out everything this moment. Instead she stands there between these two beings enjoying the adoration and stolen moments of closeness. Its then that she thinks of the most eminent question on hand. Are there others? She isn’t sure if she asked that right, if those are the words she should be using. And her brows knot a little with the tension of focus. How to ask if the family is larger when you don’t know how to string those words together just yet?
With her head lowered in a demur stance; she looks him over while she waits for signs of acceptance. He’s beautiful, lighter than herself, with a shock of color that she had not yet seen. Her breath comes in shallow puffs, the intensity of her hope coiling her muscles into rigid steel. They stand there for a moment, the world centering on him and his decision about her. For a moment he is larger than life and in control of all that is creating the woman she will become. When she hears his voice its so soft and kind she takes a deep breath teetering on the edge of bliss. Quickly the smile is returned with a large quirky one of her own, delirious in her happiness. Her head comes up proud to have something just as fascinating as his coloring. She flares them out of her sides, whispering shyly, Thank you.
Under mothers adoring eyes they dance for her every look. Relaxing after a whirlwind of events she knows she will do anything for this family. You look pretty, she stumbles and struggles for a moment looking for the right word. Because she doesn’t know what color it is that makes him so very different from herself she chooses pretty; it’s a beautiful color, and she wants to return the compliment bestowed on herself. She walks up closer to him, nudging affectionately already feeling the need for contact with someone once again. Just as she felt with mother an anchoring occurs in her soul once more with the touch of her new brother.
Honeyed eyes warm into liquid gold as she looks from him to mother and back to him looking for all signs of pleasure on their faces. She overflows with curiosity about this place, this boy, this mother, and wondering if there is anyone else that will expand her image of this family. She can’t imagine a better place to be or better souls to share it with. Brimming with question she isn’t sure how to ask or where to start so she chooses not to rush finding out everything this moment. Instead she stands there between these two beings enjoying the adoration and stolen moments of closeness. Its then that she thinks of the most eminent question on hand. Are there others? She isn’t sure if she asked that right, if those are the words she should be using. And her brows knot a little with the tension of focus. How to ask if the family is larger when you don’t know how to string those words together just yet?
“And there was you - your fair self,
always delicately dressed,
with white firm fingers sure of touch
in delicate true work.
I loved you then.”
- Charlotte Gilman
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