02-25-2021, 03:20 PM
Stellaria
He closes his eyes before replying to her question with a frustratingly short answer - and Stellaria’s entire focus is on him. The rest of the world does not exist - just their day and night bodies, just their talk of dreams.
She’d like to drag a longer answer out of him, discover how she can get him to talk again. Her curiosity and interest has a life of its own now, she’s not sure she would be able to stop it even if she could.
Stellaria cannot puzzle out why he does not meet her gaze, why this ruination seems to bother him at all if. Does he think she would be afraid of these dreams? Or is he afraid of them for himself?
She’s not sure how to ask these questions. It is not that they are just dreams - she does not belittle her own dreams in such a way so she would never think to do the same to his.
She doesn’t move away, just watches him - her vibrant eyes not leaving his face when she begins to talk and she begins to memorize the patterns in the colours there. “Sometimes, when I dream about flying, I’m a dragon instead of myself. In those dreams, I am terrible and fearsome… but beautiful and incredible at the same time. There’s a... thrill in the power. That no one could ever touch me unless I wished it.” Her voice carries that quiet reverence still, utterly unafraid as she watches him for his reaction.
Wondering if maybe his dreams are like this too.
She’d like to drag a longer answer out of him, discover how she can get him to talk again. Her curiosity and interest has a life of its own now, she’s not sure she would be able to stop it even if she could.
Stellaria cannot puzzle out why he does not meet her gaze, why this ruination seems to bother him at all if. Does he think she would be afraid of these dreams? Or is he afraid of them for himself?
She’s not sure how to ask these questions. It is not that they are just dreams - she does not belittle her own dreams in such a way so she would never think to do the same to his.
She doesn’t move away, just watches him - her vibrant eyes not leaving his face when she begins to talk and she begins to memorize the patterns in the colours there. “Sometimes, when I dream about flying, I’m a dragon instead of myself. In those dreams, I am terrible and fearsome… but beautiful and incredible at the same time. There’s a... thrill in the power. That no one could ever touch me unless I wished it.” Her voice carries that quiet reverence still, utterly unafraid as she watches him for his reaction.
Wondering if maybe his dreams are like this too.
@[worship]