[open] talk some sense to me, any

[liesma]

liesma

How soft the stranger’s glow as she steps into the light.
Such a horribly beautiful thing it is to emit one’s own light, Liesma thinks. For the only parts of her that glow are the blaze on her proud face and the stars tethered to her skin. She does not glow like this stranger glows, instead borrows the glow of the stars as they wink in the air around her.

And then she casts them out—not back into the sky, but outward in a great ring to cage the stranger in, to keep her there. Casts them out until it is the two of them standing in that great circle.

The stars are beautiful, yes. And Liesma knows them to be dangerous, too. Knows how they burn. She has pressed them against her mouth, leaving her lips scarred. 

But she does not speak to agree, only nods and turns her dark gaze to their edges. Should anyone happen upon the two of them there in the dark, certainly they would look like a dream, something too fantastical to be real.

It is the stranger’s question that draws Liesma’s focus back to her. A question so quiet it’s barely there at all.

“Liesma,” she says, burning.

“Who are you?”

i see you shining through the treetops
But i don’t feel you pulling strings anymore

@Lillibet