05-31-2021, 01:41 PM
“Do you think it would hurt?” He had asked his sister one day as they sat on a cliff side. “Yes,” she had answered, “It would.” He watched his sister with their matching blue eyes. “The in-between though,” she says, staring back at him with something vacant in her gaze. “Between the ground and the leap, now that would be the worst of it.”
The in-between.
Like the moment you inhale all that water into your lungs, but still sit there, suspended.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
There had been some comfort—afterwards—in knowing his big sister was wrong.
Ben watches her with a mild curiosity as she turns to him. He realizes quickly it is not Elena, but none the less, she still gave him the attention he sought, as he knew she would. Perhaps it was arrogant of him to think that, but it was his thought all the same. His calm eyes trace the blaze on her face and the glowing markings on her legs. Did she hide sunlight in there? Still young enough to believe that such a thing would be easy to accomplish.
His scrawny legs march him in a semi straight line towards her. The large ears that sit atop his cranium twist this way and that, as his pale eyes search her face. He smiles. Its a smile that holds a certain amount of charm, and yet influenced heavily by all the star shine of his father. “Nice to meet you,” he says more quietly, uncertain if he should be proud of showing off those impeccable manners his parents bestowed upon him. Nothing less for a prince.
“You look like her.” He says. There is a beat, he should consider what he is about to say next. But Ben has fallen under the curse of being young and stupid. “You look like Nashua too,” and as if he needs to say it— “Future King of Icicle Isle!”
never gave a single thought to where it might lead
image by Gary Bendig
@[Aela]
I am legit cackling at this hahahah