[private] putting roots in my dreamland

[isakov]

throw me in the water, don’t think about the splash i will create
leave me at the altar, knowing all the things you just escaped

He has so little experience with dreams he would not want to wake from, but he can see how this would be one. They are like stars pulled from the sky to blink gently amongst them and he cannot help but feel a little rush of pride when several more settle into his mane. As if they have chosen him as something worthy.

And these are quiet, innocent, soft moments. These are things he will remember when he is older and there is no room left for moments like these. Life will turn him into something he does not want to be and he will have no choice but to let it. But for right now, he is happy and glad to be with a friend who laughs so sweetly.

He studies her briefly when she says she doesn’t prefer them and, had he been serious, this would have been enough to send his heart skittering wildly. But he had only been teasing, it had only been a joke, so he merely smiles and nods. It is a compliment, he knows, and it still means something to him despite his heart’s lack of reaction.

He cannot tell her what he has been up to, he understands that. He cannot tell her what he has discovered about himself. Nothing good will come from it and he makes no effort to show her either. Instead, he reaches out to bump her shoulder gently, still wearing that smile. “There have been a few adventures, sure, but I’d rather hear about yours.”

isakov

@[Avelina]