07-20-2020, 05:03 PM
She is still busy staring up at the sky like she has absolutely no idea what those not so metaphorical escaped butterflies could possibly be all about. Busy pretending there is no heat climbing to her face, no shy shine in the navy of such soft, sweet eyes. She isn’t sure why she is so busy pretending at these things, but she does know when he turns and smiles at her that she is in so far over her head with this boy.
She fumbles for a moment, searching the most recently escaped moments for things she can talk about. Things that aren’t butterflies or feelings or the way his grin makes her eyes shine like dark sapphires. “Hyaline.” She thinks the word has a funny taste on her tongue, like trying to spit out a sound that doesn’t wholly want to leave. It doesn’t sound familiar, and she wonders where it lies on the maps her family have built for her. “Are you leaving?” But of course he must be if he isn’t sure how much longer he’ll live there, so she amends her question. “Where else would you go?”
It feels almost silly to ask him, because it’s very likely she would not know the name of any other place he might say. Tephra is home, or it would have been if she were allowed to stay with her family. She knows about the tropic heat and the swaying palms, knows about the volcano and the veins of glowing magma that mark the land like forbidden trails. She knows just that one place, but she knows it in such detail that she thinks she could show it to Firion if he wanted to see it.
“I could try to build you a home here.” She whispers, and they weren’t words meant to be spoken aloud, are just a thought escaped without her permission. But they find new life once they’ve escaped her, growing like flowers in the backs of those dark eyes. “You could try to find it when you sleep, maybe it would be easier to find if it’s a place meant for you. If we build it together.”
She fumbles for a moment, searching the most recently escaped moments for things she can talk about. Things that aren’t butterflies or feelings or the way his grin makes her eyes shine like dark sapphires. “Hyaline.” She thinks the word has a funny taste on her tongue, like trying to spit out a sound that doesn’t wholly want to leave. It doesn’t sound familiar, and she wonders where it lies on the maps her family have built for her. “Are you leaving?” But of course he must be if he isn’t sure how much longer he’ll live there, so she amends her question. “Where else would you go?”
It feels almost silly to ask him, because it’s very likely she would not know the name of any other place he might say. Tephra is home, or it would have been if she were allowed to stay with her family. She knows about the tropic heat and the swaying palms, knows about the volcano and the veins of glowing magma that mark the land like forbidden trails. She knows just that one place, but she knows it in such detail that she thinks she could show it to Firion if he wanted to see it.
“I could try to build you a home here.” She whispers, and they weren’t words meant to be spoken aloud, are just a thought escaped without her permission. But they find new life once they’ve escaped her, growing like flowers in the backs of those dark eyes. “You could try to find it when you sleep, maybe it would be easier to find if it’s a place meant for you. If we build it together.”
iridian
we are infinite as the universe we hold inside