i've got scars that can't be seen | speck

[Speck]

He laughs with his now familiar voice- and I can tell that the laughter isn’t directed toward me. That is a noise I am also familiar with. Being as awkwardly clumsy as I am along with my petite stature, I am sort of a bag of jokes. At least that is what I assume others see me as. This one, he is different, and I don’t believe he thinks of me in that way. In fact I think I see a smile so I simply lift my head a bit more to catch a better look. And Yep, that is a definite smile. I can’t help but return a modest, and yet very ladylike one in return. I could have lost myself in his eyes. They seemed to hold mountains of mystery. They were unlike my own which eventually made me feel silly for thinking my blue ones were any match to beauty. I managed to slowly lift myself from laying completely helpless on my side to merely leaning on my more cushioned accented stomach. The other speaks his appreciation while I do so, and I simply nod in ignorant agreement. For I do not know exactly what he speaks of until the intricately shaded sky fades away to it’s normal self, and the bits that gave it such distinct uniqueness folds into the back of the other. They were his wings- my god- how not appropriately matched am I. He then shifts and my eyes look beneath his belly before it folds into itself. He has extra legs. Definitely not a fair advantage, but majorly cool in my books. My smile does not diminish, but merely grows as the light of the moon uncovers my mysteriously built man. Damn I was lucky with my fall. Eventually the horse is fitted beside me, and I simply tweak my head and rearrange my body so that I can better manage a conversation. For some reason he still wants to talk to me (little, plain me!). ”Oh, Elysium…” I simply hold my smile while rolling his name over my tongue. ”I ..am…uh….” Blank. ”um….” oh god, oh god, think, think… ”I mean..I do have a name…” light giggle. Stalling tactic one: Flip mane slightly to side (sexy, right?), Stall tactic two: gently lower chin and give quirky grin. Yep- he has got to be into me. If only I could see myself and realize I looked more like a bee had given me the raw end of his stinger. ”SPECK!” I finally blurt. ”Ahem…Speck..yep that is me.” nervous giggle number two. speck tiny daughter of brennen and bother