fell asleep inside a fantasy and woke up feeling lost
Magic was not the same where she came from. It was far simpler than what is here, and it only adds to her unease. She has seen wings and unicorn horns, has known those that could heal and others that could perform the smallest of manipulations (a flower blossoming here, a small spiral of water there). That all paled in comparison to what she has caught glimpses of here, and it only further fueled her desire to remain invisible.
When he appears before her, flickering and wavering, brilliant and beautiful, it nearly knocks the wind from her chest.
He is the color of galaxies that her mind could never fathom, strewn with stars and skin shivering with the kind of magic she has never seen. His eyes are bright but not especially kind, but still, she finds that she would rather look at him than at the sun. “I don’t know,” she answers him, though she knows the words sound stupid, and her tongue suddenly feels thick and awkward in the presence of someone so magnificent. “I don’t know how I ended up...here,” she continues, tearing her gaze from him to scan the meadow.
But her eyes are drawn back to him, staring at his skin – imagining what it would be like to touch it when it shivered and rippled as it had before. “How did you do that? Your skin,” she fights back her fear to ask the question with a breathless kind of wonder, struggling to keep her silver eyes on his face when all they want is to stare at the rest of him.
When he appears before her, flickering and wavering, brilliant and beautiful, it nearly knocks the wind from her chest.
He is the color of galaxies that her mind could never fathom, strewn with stars and skin shivering with the kind of magic she has never seen. His eyes are bright but not especially kind, but still, she finds that she would rather look at him than at the sun. “I don’t know,” she answers him, though she knows the words sound stupid, and her tongue suddenly feels thick and awkward in the presence of someone so magnificent. “I don’t know how I ended up...here,” she continues, tearing her gaze from him to scan the meadow.
But her eyes are drawn back to him, staring at his skin – imagining what it would be like to touch it when it shivered and rippled as it had before. “How did you do that? Your skin,” she fights back her fear to ask the question with a breathless kind of wonder, struggling to keep her silver eyes on his face when all they want is to stare at the rest of him.
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