06-10-2018, 07:50 AM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
His mouth is full with laughter, her screams of protest only fueling his climb upwards all the more. He is breathless and wind-driven, the soft waves of his dirty blonde hair falling into his eyes and his open mouth, wondering what Solace would have to say about the curses that spill from her lover’s lips. The brilliant wings she had dreamed him are steady and true, carrying them higher and higher into the clouds. Of course, the flying man had no idea that the dreams here could have repercussions on his actual body, which is why later in life he would be thankful that Kagerus would always be around to ensure his safety when excitement gets the better of him. She clings to him, and finally the shape of her body is no longer tense but actually enjoying the sensation of flight, his laughter stops and only a broad, handsome smile adorns his bearded face.
Take me to the stars.
His brows rise in amusement, his chin tipping downwards to glance at her momentarily - her eyes are closed, a breath of peace expelling from her mouth. He grins, tightening his sturdy grip around her waist and back before turning his face up to the bright blue sky. Svedka’s wings do not tire (he wishes them that way) as they break through the atmosphere, passing through clouds and wind and sun until suddenly they are surrounded by sparkling cosmos and galaxies, millions upon trillions of stars and their constellations glittering around them.
The man is breathless but whole-heartedly so. His bright blue eyes reflect the soft colors of violet and pink, the fractals of stardust and starlit creating a prism of color he thought he could never even fathom (yet somehow, he did). “Kag,” he murmurs softly, starlight in his eyes, “I don’t want to wake up.” His voice is nearly pleading, because like most dreams, he can feel the tendrils of wakefulness just barely beginning to rouse him.
Take me to the stars.
His brows rise in amusement, his chin tipping downwards to glance at her momentarily - her eyes are closed, a breath of peace expelling from her mouth. He grins, tightening his sturdy grip around her waist and back before turning his face up to the bright blue sky. Svedka’s wings do not tire (he wishes them that way) as they break through the atmosphere, passing through clouds and wind and sun until suddenly they are surrounded by sparkling cosmos and galaxies, millions upon trillions of stars and their constellations glittering around them.
The man is breathless but whole-heartedly so. His bright blue eyes reflect the soft colors of violet and pink, the fractals of stardust and starlit creating a prism of color he thought he could never even fathom (yet somehow, he did). “Kag,” he murmurs softly, starlight in his eyes, “I don’t want to wake up.” His voice is nearly pleading, because like most dreams, he can feel the tendrils of wakefulness just barely beginning to rouse him.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Kagerus]