05-29-2018, 03:58 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
Nymf blinks wildly, and for a moment the deepened lines of a concerned frown crosses his pale lips, his brow furrowing in concern. Had he offended her? The bridge of his nose pushes against her chin, lifting her sad gaze upwards, searching her eyes with bright and wide-eyed blue irises. “Magic,” he repeats softly, his voice lush with daydreams and sunlight, his breath a warm whisper on her cheek. Do not cry, he wills her silently, though it does nothing.
Ever so slowly, the afternoon sun begins to sink lower and lower, the colors of dusk filling in the once clear, blue sky. The springtime sun dampens its luster as twilight courses through the depths of the river lands, the sun fading between everlasting pines and rocky outcroppings of moss-covered boulders. Svedka withdraws his touch from her momentarily, positioning himself to watch the sun set in the distant beyond, his cerulean gaze firmly locked on the ever-changing sky as purples and pinks and magentas slowly take over. He inhales deeply, an ear trained in her direction and one firmly facing forward, listening as the sound of the riverlands are slowly overcome with the soft chirp of crickets and the buzz of cicadas, a breathless smile on his face.
“Right there,” he murmurs, watching the colors of the sky change before their very eyes. “It never gets old,” Svedka remembers the sadness in her eyes from moments before and he hopes that somehow it has lifted as the world around them beautifully changes into a serene, nighttime landscape.
Ever so slowly, the afternoon sun begins to sink lower and lower, the colors of dusk filling in the once clear, blue sky. The springtime sun dampens its luster as twilight courses through the depths of the river lands, the sun fading between everlasting pines and rocky outcroppings of moss-covered boulders. Svedka withdraws his touch from her momentarily, positioning himself to watch the sun set in the distant beyond, his cerulean gaze firmly locked on the ever-changing sky as purples and pinks and magentas slowly take over. He inhales deeply, an ear trained in her direction and one firmly facing forward, listening as the sound of the riverlands are slowly overcome with the soft chirp of crickets and the buzz of cicadas, a breathless smile on his face.
“Right there,” he murmurs, watching the colors of the sky change before their very eyes. “It never gets old,” Svedka remembers the sadness in her eyes from moments before and he hopes that somehow it has lifted as the world around them beautifully changes into a serene, nighttime landscape.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Nymf]
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