She can barely see the grimace that passes for a smile on his dished face; so enraptured by starlight and his song. The melody tugs at things inside and moves them around in not so comfortable ways that cause the tears to keep rolling down her cheeks. She’d stop if she could but she hasn’t ever cried like this and there is something freeing in the release of so much pent up emotion.
Moonlet hadn’t even realized there was so much of it. But she cried for him and his heart shattering beauty. She cried for all the things she desired and lacked, knowing she’d most likely never have them. In the end, she cried because she was compelled to do so and didn’t even know it as a compulsion but kept crying because it was all she could just then.
His magic, unbeknownst to her, had opened a floodgate that she struggled to close. Most likely couldn’t close because of his magic. So she stood there within inches of touching her nose to his and wept because every nuance of her dripped and ached with the need to weep. So it kept shaking loose more emotions, most lost dreams and unrealized wants inside her.
He echoes back to her, the word that she had said and even on the throes of the song-spell, she doesn’t believe it. Moonlet has never been and will never see herself as beautiful. She is plain as a stick amongst all the other sticks on the ground and she’s okay with that. That single utterance of his was almost enough to break the spell she was under because it was a truth strong enough to do so.
But she still cried even as she shook her head at him in denial. It feels almost painful to weep and not believe at the same time, but his song tapers off and the silence comes sweeping back in on a grand flourish of ghost notes that still ring in her ears and moves through her brain. Somehow, his song has ingrained itself in the molecules of her being and reshaped Moonlet in a matter of minutes.
Then, his mouth is upon her! Lips to cheek in what feels like a kiss but she’s only ever known her mother’s brief kisses and they don’t feel like this. So maybe it isn’t a kiss? No, it can’t be as the slow agonizing glide moves his lips from cheek to ear and breath blows warmly against her skin. She can hear him exhale and inhale as her one nose curves to touch him - any reachable part of him and she does the same, inhale and exhale.
His question is more of a command but she obeys it, still starstruck, still spellbound. “I am Moonlet,” she murmurs even as his name ricochets through her like a familiar wind that has somehow gotten stuck inside her body and knocks against all her bones asking to be let out. It feels too big and wondrous to keep contained and so, she repeats it back to him in her small soft voice like a mouse’s creep, “Indius, so beautiful.” Because she cannot resist complimenting him again.
@[Indius] yes a pon for you from me! <333