Rapture
somewhere between the sand and the stardust
In one small beat of time, her heart breaks just a little bit, for the loss of the moments she and Levi had shared, for the loss of familiarity and warmth and friendship that had flared so briefly between them. For just a moment, that hard, callous outer shell had opened, had allowed her a glimpse of the man beneath. And she wanted to see more, wanted to know that man as much as she wished to know the man burning with fire that stands before them now. She can feel the heat of his presence despite the feet separating them, despite her father dividing them.
She gazes at Levi for a long moment, silently pleading, her too tender heart upon her sleeve, hoping he will give her another chance. Hoping he will wait for her. For the briefest of moments, she reaches out to him once more, not a physical touch, but the delicate, invisible touch of her sight. A gentle, almost unnoticeable tug that frees him from her alterations and releases his own sight back to him. She sighs then, turning her pale blue gaze back to her father, now a horse like any other but for the vibrant green of his coat.
Perhaps her father is right, perhaps she is too soft, but it is a softness this world needs as much as it needs her father’s calculating machinations.
His sharp words cause her to wince almost imperceptibly. Shifting subtly, she moves forwards, edging around the protective wall Wyrm has made himself, placing herself in a position where she might have easier access to Levi. Her father would never hurt her, but she cannot say the same of Levi. If need be, she would place herself between them. A temporary measure perhaps, but Wyrm is a smart man. Certainly he would see that Levi is no threat to her.
And as much as he might wish to, he cannot protect her heart. It has already been broken once by cruel fate and crueler hands. But this encounter is nothing like the last. She doesn’t say anything in response to his words, no defense or gentle plea. She just stares at him, powder blue eyes wide as her lower lip trembles faintly. And she stands her ground.
His last words surprise her however, causing her to blink. Withdrawing slightly, she peers at him with wary curiosity. She has never been told the story of how her parents met, nor had she ever asked or pried. So it is curious that he should bring it up now. “Really?” she asks, unable to prevent herself. “So, then... you don’t mind?”
there is a pulse that echoes of you and I
