and in the end, i will seek you out amongst the stars
the space dust of me will whisper “i love you”
He is the kind of creature you imagine late at night, when you’re all alone and the dark has managed to settle her teeth in the soft of a vulnerable mind. He is darker than the shadow that gathers and grows in the trees between them, and his body is made of edges that seem soft and hazy, indefinite. It is only because she had not noticed those burning lantern eyes that her mind allows her to categorize him as one of the haunts that lives in her periphery - one of the things you see but is always gone when you give in and turn to look.
But then he blinks and she does turn, startled and wide eyed and all aglow with twinkling lights over every inch of that delicate blue body. Her heart races, thumping wildly in her chest as he comes closer, but it is only because she’s never met a haunt before. They always disappear.
She feels both frightened and exhilarated by the fear that thrums through her, and when he finally draws to a stop beside her, she takes the opportunity to take another step closer until she is near enough to touch her nose to his. It feels like stepping into mist, cool and with a strange uncurrent of billowing air. He is so strange, and she cannot help the way the hairs stand all down her spine - but he is also quiet and gentle, so far, giving her no reason to be so wary.
So her delicate face softens, those warm brown eyes gentle as a shy smile slips across the pale and blue of her whiskered mouth. “I’m Dark.” She answers, and her head tilts gently to one side in a way that makes her seem curious. “Though maybe not as dark as you.” She is so delighted by her own joke that those soft eyes shine and twinkle from beneath the tangles of a dark forelock. “I’ve never seen anyone with eyes like yours,” she tells him, suddenly earnest again and examining him with such a bashful curiosity, “they’re like rubies full of fire. I like them very much. Mine are just brown.” She pauses, tossing her forelock out of her eyes so he can see them better. “Like,” she pauses, considering what their brown is most like, frowns and then smiles that sunshine grin again, “not rubies full of fire. Who are you?”
(dovev x luster)
