08-22-2015, 06:26 PM
| your mouth is poison; your mouth is wine (you think your dreams are the same as mine) Her heart breaks when she sees the anxiety rip at him, and it eases the sore edges of vanity that had been cut so harshly but a second before. She sighs and stops the backward motion, her alien face slipping into a soft smile. “Alright,” she says, tilting her head to look at him. “Alright, I’ll stay.” She was not sure why she had decided to stay—after all, she had nothing to prove to him—but she knew that if she left, she would be doing far more damage to him than he had done by the one unshielded look he had given to her. He compliments her wings, and her laugh is weak, looking back at the sad facades that stuck out from her shoulder blades. She moved them slightly, the wind rushing through the tattered edges. “They are a little sad, don’t you think?” she says before looking up to catch his gold-flecked gaze. “I always thought so…” her voice trails off as she wonders at what it would have been like to fly—to use them as she wanted. But she doesn’t let that thought simmer for too much longer, forcing a smile that she was sure looked just as fake as it felt. “My name is Adaline, by the way,” she says the name quietly, wishing that there was something to fill up the space between them other than the painful silence that currently resided. |