i’m just trying to find myself through someone else’s eyes
He is small and oblivious as he wakes in a world too bright for him to see a single thing. But he has never known anything more than the lingering dark that lives beyond his sleeping lids, so this does not startle him. It will be once day draws to a close and the dark of night creeps in to kiss his skin, and suddenly things take shape in beyond he never knew existed, that he will feel uncertainty for the first time.
For now though he is only himself, only impossibly small and dark like his father, etched with the pale eggshell blue of his mother. He is small gossamer white wings that hang sleepily at either side of him, wings that make his father’s face soften with a pride Lumos will not learn the shape of until dark when it will be made even softer beneath the silver haze of starlight. He is legs, and they feel long and strange as he tries to push up and rise on them, swaying and falling a handful of times into mom who is soft and warm and always there to catch him.
He bleats, and the sound is something so impossibly fragile and sweet that the man he doesn’t know standing beside him takes a step closer to touch his skin. This is strange because it is new, but it does not scare him, and when he is finally able to stay on his feet they carry him towards those soft, cold lips. He bleats again, curious and asking things he himself does not understand the language of, but it seems he does not have to know because suddenly he is against a chest and cradled there softly by wings that come up to hold him.
Lumos
