And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
The stars have never been silent. They whisper constantly in her ear, enticing, enthralling, luring her with their bright beauty, gifting her with their tender touch. One need only listen to hear their siren song. But perhaps it is only she who can hear. Perhaps their song falls upon deaf ears in those unwilling to wait, unwilling to submit to that subtle give and take. And perhaps, just perhaps, she is simply special.
She steps closer, another small, easy step that draws her nearer to danger and further from safety. She has never known fear. It is an emotion that does not register in her utter unawareness. She has never had reason to know fear. She has lived a gentle, comfortable life, surrounded by those who love her, by those who mean her only well. That distant world had been her very first taste of life outside the sheltered confines of her quiet home. There she had known pain and rage and loneliness. She had known all of the emotions she had been missing in her previously simple life.
She can feel the fear that he pushes upon her, can feel that he wishes to engender such things in her, wishes to elicit a response from her. And perhaps for that very reason, she refuses to give him one. It is not a boldly overt response, one fueled by bravery and reticence. Instead it is done quietly, with steadfast resolve and an easy, forgiving curve to her blue lips.
She is close enough now to touch him, though she does not. She thinks that he might refuse her touch, that any touch she might bestow would frighten him as much as he wishes to frighten her. She, his very opposite in this and nearly every other way, has no desire to frighten him. Her silvery eyes are soft, enticing in a way that is difficult to explain. His words are met with a smile, a quirk of her lips that says simply ‘you do not fool me’.
”I have many lovely tricks.” The words are said with amusement, a pithy reply to a pithy comment. Her bright silver eyes remain fixed upon him, a quiet challenge held within those clear depths. ”I am Lirren,” she offers finally.
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage