And inside you're burning
with some secret yearing
She has always been drawn to beauty, holding it’s fickle qualities so close to her breast. There is beauty in so very many things though, not just the curve of one’s jaw or the brightness of their eye. No, there is beauty in the untouchable too, in the unknowable. In the things one can nearly feel even though they evade the other senses. This too draws her, in a visceral way.
She does not miss the face that peers above the gentle ripples of the water. Even as caught in her own admiration as she is, that is a thing impossible to miss. Not when the face peering at her is as impossibly beautiful as it is.
There is something more to that, she thinks. She has always admired lovely things, but there is more than just beauty in that face. It is that visceral tug, the one that has always pulled her along, flotsam on a wayward current. And he is no different. But he must know that. She is too familiar with such things to believe for a moment he does not know his own attraction.
That knowledge does not sway her however. She has always been a somewhat foolish woman.
She steps deeper into the water, until the subtle tug is tickling the slender length of her lower limb. She reaches with her light, the stars that have always been such an inherent part of her. A slim, curling tendrel of light that seeks to touch. To taste. As though it is an extension of her limbs, beautiful and ephemeral. In truth, it nearly as. Sensitive and seeking and ever curious, all pieces of herself.
“Hello,” she breathes, breaking the silence that had stretched between them. The word is almost a promise on her lips, an invitation to seek more. It’s impossible to say whether it is purposeful or accidental. Especially with her, one never truly knows.
Lirren