Sometimes she wonders if her lips have forgotten how to form a smile. It feels as though an eternity has passed since last she wore one. He is kind, but even the friendly words wrapping his humor cannot drag the corners of her lips upwards. Only the softness of her blue eyes betray she had understood his attempt to set her at ease. And though she could not hope to voice as much, she appreciated it.
“No,” she replies quietly, her voice only faintly louder than it had been moments earlier. “The bank should be enough, I think.” Had her voice not trembled as she said it, one could almost mistake her reply for an attempt at a humorous rejoinder. But it seems that has escaped her just as her smile had.
She is not practiced at making conversation. Does not feel the need to fill silence as so many others might. She had always been comfortable in simple companionship, soothed far more by a steady presence than by any words. For all the apathy he couches in half-hearted attempts at humor, he does feel steady. As though he too could stand there for eons in companionable silence.
Blinking, she realizes he had broken the quiet, his introduction hanging in the air between them. She hesitates a moment before responding simply. “Rapture.”
She stares at him for a moment longer, suddenly uncertain if he truly did wish to indulge in small talk. She had never been particularly good at it, and it does not take long for her mind to drift and her eyes to fall from his. She finds herself gazing blankly at his wings, wondering if they were truly as freeing as they appeared. Quite abruptly, the words find her lips as her gaze shifts to the sky. “What is it like up there?” She sighs softly, the volume of her words dropping until they are little more than a whisper. “I always imagine there must be so much freedom.”
Make me a promise that time won't erase us
That we were not lost from the start
Rapture
@[yadigar]
