09-07-2021, 12:04 AM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
The fact that she never smiles is curious to him. Why? He is not insulted by the lack of it, can understand that solemness that he often finds himself in. But could he get her to smile, just once, or were her smiles only secrets meant for stars and night time magic? She finds him with those endless eyes and he finds his own lips can’t seem to not smile in their uncertain way back at her, as if she pulls it from him with the same way she can lasso heaven. She brushes her mouth against her smoldering shoulder and instinctively he reaches out his bright one as if to follow the pattern against her sparkling skin. He stops inches from her, pulling back quickly as fire ripples down his spine with embarrassment.
“Tell me how.” He requests softly, taking a step closer to her to better eye the twinkling patterns sparkling across her body. He catches the way she glances down at his shame (shame because one never apologized for being who they are, he had forgotten) and he freezes when she seems to move closer, breathing more freely when she hesitates to question him again. “The Pampas. You?” He asks quietly, wondering if she lived somewhere dark that would always appreciate her sparkle.
He likes her, he realizes. She disagrees with him matter of factly and he finds he likes that too. “Strange can be beautiful. Just like your friends.” He says in his whispery way, hoping she understood his meaning. As for his friends… He closes his eyes and glows a little brighter. Searching for the threads to the afterlife and finding one that felt familiar. The filly from the wildflowers faintly joins his side and he looks at her fondly, remembering his promise to show her the world she hadn’t gotten the chance to see. “My friends are strange because most can’t see them.” He says quietly, watching the soul approach the living with curiosity, looking at her stars with wonder. “But they’re there.” He finishes matter of factly as the soul sweeps over the remaining ashes and stirs them to life.
“Your name.” He suddenly says, looking back to her and searching for those endless midnight eyes. “I don’t even know your name yet.”
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