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Something that tugs her upwards.
Is there anything that tugs at him the same way?

Certainly there is nothing tugging him toward the sky, which makes him feel like a fraud. Like he does not deserve the wings he’d been gifted at birth. If he could give them to her he would, he thinks she would probably make better use of them than he ever could. It puts such a miserable pang in his chest, though he tries not to let the misery show on his face.

He can imagine it just as clearly as she can. The stars against a soft summer sky. The beauty of it makes him ache and he shifts his weight, uncertain what to do with the weight of it. (Why must he feel these things so profoundly? Is it something he inherited or something unique to him?

“If I could give you my wings, I would,” he tells her, solemn, though there is nothing about the thought that makes him sad. Except, perhaps, the fact that he cannot despite how desperately he wishes he could. He moves closer then, if only by inches. Stops himself short, as if he is afraid to get too close.

Stopped short, too, by her question.

His heart adopts a pulse that’s something like frantic as he studies her with those soft golden eyes. How does he explain that he dreams of serpents? Great, draconic things?

He does not know how, so he says instead, “my dreams are not as beautiful as yours.”

you were the boat that breached in the tale of conrad
oh, i loved you with the good and the careless of me
but it all goes bad

@[Stellaria]