rapt.
I need you to be a monster
which is to say, I am trying not to love you
He is easy not to notice, in a world full of so many fantastical beings – every color of the rainbow, with elements swirling about their bodies, and here he is, a pale gold, and handsome enough, but none of the pomp and circumstance that fills Beqanna. He doesn’t mind this, does not crave attention, does not crave power – what he has is enough.
She asks her question, and he considers.
“The latest shift,” he says, “it has me all turned around. I’ve lived here all my life, yet I’ve found myself lost.”
He laughs at himself, the sound low and soft.
“Are you from Beqanna?” he asks, wondering what she thinks of the changes, or if they’ve bothered her at all.
“My name’s Rapt, by the way,” he adds, realizing he has not yet introduced himself.
which is to say, I am still dreaming of kissing your claws