01-02-2021, 12:31 AM
You think I'll be the Dark Sky so you can be the Star?
I'll Swallow you Whole.
I'll Swallow you Whole.
She has never felt anything for anyone else before, and it is alien and strange but also exhilarating.
Would she have ever felt this without his help? She is certain the answer would be no, but with this new ache spreading in her chest and to the center of her bones it brings with it a peculiar kind of hope – this idea that maybe he could have stirred something in the dark even without pouring emotions into her. It’s a foolish thought, she knows, and under normal circumstances she would never be prone to such romantic ideas. But it's impossible to ignore it now, with the way her skin hums like electricity when he touches her.
She wants to believe that he is bringing to light all of the things she would have felt if she had not been hindered by the star that seemed so intent on keeping her from feeling anything.
Alongside the emotions that he lends her there is one of her own that blossoms, faint and almost imperceptible; resentment towards her star, toward the thing that kept her divided from this world, from him.
Because in the back of her mind she is already thinking of what will happen when he leaves, how she will be left with her darkness and her emptiness, and she wonders what it would be like to miss someone.
And so she drinks up everything he offers her, she feels it all and she lets herself linger over each and every emotion, like maybe she can memorize it enough to still feel it after he has left. When he presses his nose into her neck it sends a shiver down her spine and ignites a heat in her chest, one that spreads the full length of her and makes her wish that he was closer. The sun across her back is warm, but it is nothing compared to the way she is glowing on the inside, catching fire like tinder when he whispers against her skin.
“How?” She whispers, the word soft and confused as she wrestles with the overwhelming tide of emotions that keep pulling her under – the emotions that she gladly sucks into her lungs and drowns herself on. “There's nothing about me worth feeling anything for.” There is a pain to the words that tastes strange on her tongue, bitter like ocean water, and a feeling of guilt that tightens around her ribcage. He shouldn’t feel anything at all for her, least of all not this torrent of things that are still raging inside of her veins.
But with this newfound state of feeling she is also selfish, and while she knows she could sever the tie between them – could step away and disappear, where his emotions cannot touch her – she doesn’t. She coils her body against his, trails her lips along the edge of his jaw, and tells him, “Don’t let me forget how this feels. Please,” the sureness of her voice fades into a whispered plea, her chest pushed against his and her teeth running against the slope of his shoulder, “I want to miss you once you’re gone.”
Would she have ever felt this without his help? She is certain the answer would be no, but with this new ache spreading in her chest and to the center of her bones it brings with it a peculiar kind of hope – this idea that maybe he could have stirred something in the dark even without pouring emotions into her. It’s a foolish thought, she knows, and under normal circumstances she would never be prone to such romantic ideas. But it's impossible to ignore it now, with the way her skin hums like electricity when he touches her.
She wants to believe that he is bringing to light all of the things she would have felt if she had not been hindered by the star that seemed so intent on keeping her from feeling anything.
Alongside the emotions that he lends her there is one of her own that blossoms, faint and almost imperceptible; resentment towards her star, toward the thing that kept her divided from this world, from him.
Because in the back of her mind she is already thinking of what will happen when he leaves, how she will be left with her darkness and her emptiness, and she wonders what it would be like to miss someone.
And so she drinks up everything he offers her, she feels it all and she lets herself linger over each and every emotion, like maybe she can memorize it enough to still feel it after he has left. When he presses his nose into her neck it sends a shiver down her spine and ignites a heat in her chest, one that spreads the full length of her and makes her wish that he was closer. The sun across her back is warm, but it is nothing compared to the way she is glowing on the inside, catching fire like tinder when he whispers against her skin.
“How?” She whispers, the word soft and confused as she wrestles with the overwhelming tide of emotions that keep pulling her under – the emotions that she gladly sucks into her lungs and drowns herself on. “There's nothing about me worth feeling anything for.” There is a pain to the words that tastes strange on her tongue, bitter like ocean water, and a feeling of guilt that tightens around her ribcage. He shouldn’t feel anything at all for her, least of all not this torrent of things that are still raging inside of her veins.
But with this newfound state of feeling she is also selfish, and while she knows she could sever the tie between them – could step away and disappear, where his emotions cannot touch her – she doesn’t. She coils her body against his, trails her lips along the edge of his jaw, and tells him, “Don’t let me forget how this feels. Please,” the sureness of her voice fades into a whispered plea, her chest pushed against his and her teeth running against the slope of his shoulder, “I want to miss you once you’re gone.”
Islas
@[Tiercel]