Rapture
somewhere between the sand and the stardust
She is too young yet to have had much (any) experience in the ways of attraction. In the doings between man and woman. She has not pried, nor has she been particularly curious. But this interlude, this particular man, stirs feelings both foreign and thrilling inside her that she cannot help but wish to explore further. And though she stares at him through eyes of youth and innocence, there is more hidden in those depths. An understanding and a longing.
And though it is foreign, unfamiliar, she gives in to the thrill, the shiver that runs along her spine as his dual-toned eyes trace the curves of her budding body. As those eyes heat with an unfathomable fire.
But she has no time to ponder such things.
No, he had given her permission to tug and pull and shape his sight, and the moment the word escapes his lips, she is reaching out, invisible touch melding and moulding, fitting his sight with a new layer. One that takes in nothing but heat signatures, the familiar shapes giving way to the brilliant pulsing red of heartbeats, the rush of blood fading to orange and yellow as it reaches extremities. The cool blues and grays of the rushing water, the rustling leaves of the trees.
But even that she has no time to dwell upon, much less time to explain. Before another word can pass her lips, a new form is inserting itself between her and her new friend. A form both foreign and familiar. Her name upon his lips causes her small, defined head to jerk sharply up, eyes of palest blue widening in alarm. Her gaze jumps, fixing upon the dark shape of the cat, the familiar eyes staring out. Unmistakable. “Dad!” The single word is expelled upon a sharp breath of air, the alarm far too evident in her soft tone.
She sways a bit, resisting the urge to shift, to place herself between her father and Levi. He had made no threats yet, and perhaps he wouldn’t. Perhaps it would be as simple as telling him the fire-wielding stallion is no threat to her. Taking a deep breath, she releases it before continuing, her voice softer, steadier, any surprise smoothed from the dulcet tones. “It’s alright daddy. He… Levi, he’s just a friend. You don’t need to worry. Really.”
Fortunately for her, her blue skin would give away no telltale blush, no outward sign of discomfiture at the slight prevarication.
there is a pulse that echoes of you and I
