02-23-2021, 02:35 PM
iridian
“It’s better here now.” She amends, emphasizing now, and there is such warmth in the sunshine of her smile when she beams at him so shyly, so oblivious to the turmoil of the outside world, oblivious to why her family has not visited. She has no idea that the world is a living nightmare, that death unfolds in every corner and the shadows themselves have been filled with life and made carnivorous by beasts she would never even be able to fathom. She is so safe here, so untouched even in her lonely isolation.
He speaks again, and her smile only grows, always grows for him, though it is not quite so full of charm and mischief as his is. He leads her so easily around half truths and hidden things, and she follows without even a seed of doubt, accepting these answers that are still missing their pairs. “You’re very nice. She tells him, and there is a strange kind of giddiness building in her delicate chest, a joy that creeps in and pushes all the dark away. If she is the night, then he is the sun making all her dawns bright again.
When he moves off into this world she calls home, she is quick to fall into step beside him, close enough that her wings brush against his side and she pretends not to notice how the contact satisfies an ache inside her she had not recognized until now. It fills her with so much delight that he is so eager to see everything, so eager to explore, and she wonders if he realizes he is the first to have such a tour of this place that so readily reflects her own heart. She smiles again, turning slightly to hide it from him because she cannot stop it from reaching her eyes and shining there like sunshine behind dark blue glass.
“Would you like some wings, Firion?” There is mischief in her eyes suddenly, and she bounds a few steps forward and turns again to face him, throwing her own wings open as a warm wind picks up and tangles itself in white and pale blue feathers at the outermost edges. She stretches them wide and tall, and sunshine beads like dew all along the highest tips. For a moment her face is lifted to the sky, and her eyes close as she enjoys warmth and sunshine and the unexpected company of a new friend, the potential for play. Her eyes open again, her chin dropping to fix her gaze on his face and then shamelessly trail further along the sleek angles of his gold and black body, resting where she can already imagine a pair of gold wings so dark they might be bronze.
None appear though, not without his say so.
“I could just take us there.” There, as though there is just one place, one spot instead of a whole world of imagined things awaiting them. “But I think maybe you would love the sky.”
He speaks again, and her smile only grows, always grows for him, though it is not quite so full of charm and mischief as his is. He leads her so easily around half truths and hidden things, and she follows without even a seed of doubt, accepting these answers that are still missing their pairs. “You’re very nice. She tells him, and there is a strange kind of giddiness building in her delicate chest, a joy that creeps in and pushes all the dark away. If she is the night, then he is the sun making all her dawns bright again.
When he moves off into this world she calls home, she is quick to fall into step beside him, close enough that her wings brush against his side and she pretends not to notice how the contact satisfies an ache inside her she had not recognized until now. It fills her with so much delight that he is so eager to see everything, so eager to explore, and she wonders if he realizes he is the first to have such a tour of this place that so readily reflects her own heart. She smiles again, turning slightly to hide it from him because she cannot stop it from reaching her eyes and shining there like sunshine behind dark blue glass.
“Would you like some wings, Firion?” There is mischief in her eyes suddenly, and she bounds a few steps forward and turns again to face him, throwing her own wings open as a warm wind picks up and tangles itself in white and pale blue feathers at the outermost edges. She stretches them wide and tall, and sunshine beads like dew all along the highest tips. For a moment her face is lifted to the sky, and her eyes close as she enjoys warmth and sunshine and the unexpected company of a new friend, the potential for play. Her eyes open again, her chin dropping to fix her gaze on his face and then shamelessly trail further along the sleek angles of his gold and black body, resting where she can already imagine a pair of gold wings so dark they might be bronze.
None appear though, not without his say so.
“I could just take us there.” There, as though there is just one place, one spot instead of a whole world of imagined things awaiting them. “But I think maybe you would love the sky.”
@[firion]