06-28-2019, 10:37 AM
All of the voices inside of my mind will never be silenced
It had become second nature to her, to pick apart jumbles of thought and piece it into something that resembles sense. It’s not always easy, but without having to worry about separating speech from thought, it becomes simpler. A relief, in a way. He would never expect her focus on what could often be two very separate things. She had found at a young age that the thoughts that dance through other’s minds is often not what comes from their lips. And it had taken her some time to begin to differentiate the two.With him, she needn’t worry about any such thing. She finds herself suddenly wishing more could be like him. Quieter. Simpler.
When his thoughts shift from the sea to her beauty, she ducks her head abruptly, suddenly embarrassed once more. She knows she possesses a fairer face than most, but that had not always been the case. In truth, before the moment she had nearly died and been rescued by that nameless face within the sea, she had been quite average. But when she had been deposited on the beach, her body no longer red and white but ocean and seashell, it is not just her colors that had been changed. Though she still looks like herself (like the Persea she had been born into), the lines of her face had somehow become more refined, almost delicate, the curves of her body more pronounced, the now blue locks somehow thicker, more silken in appearance. It had been a jarring realization, when she had discovered the subtle ways in which she had changed beyond the painfully obvious.
Still, she’s not entirely sure how to react to the sudden turn in which his thought had taken. Though a part of her thrills at the notion he finds her beautiful, the more sensible part of her understands it’s not really her. It is this face she had been given.
Her gaze jumps up abruptly when he reaches out, returning her gentle touch, and a faintly bashful smile curves her lips at that. She is gladdened to know her unconscious touch had not unsettled him, and as she relaxes into the notion, her head lifts slightly and her embarrassment begins to fade. With relief, she follows the change of subject then, his thoughts shifting to curiosity over where she might live.
“I do,” she replies, her features brightening. “I live in Tephra. It borders the ocean.” One corner of her lips quirk in wry amusement at the obviousness of that statement. Of course, he had noticed her connection to the sea, so it would only make sense then that she lived near it. Truthfully, she is already beginning to yearn for the nearness of the water again, a lifeblood to her. But she does not wish to abandon her newfound friend so swiftly.
But as his mind turns to his own lack of home, a thought occurs to her. Perhaps it’s foolishly forward of her, but she dearly hopes he might consider it. “Would you… like to see it?”
until I can find a way to let go of what we left behind
persea
