where we break when our hearts are strong enough
She has family, too.
Once, she had a family so large and warm and close. Her blue mother with secrets in her eyes had even softened around it. Her father, large and strong and powerful, had quieted around it. But it hadn’t lasted.
Could something that beautiful ever last? Could something like that ever live forever?
She doesn’t think so—not anymore, at least. Perhaps that’s why she shies from others, scared to open up for the eventual hurt. Perhaps that’s why she prefers the solemn sweetness of the night, the quiet of the moonlight washing over her and lowering her barriers. She can be herself here. She can blossom like an evening rose, showing her face to the constellations and letting them expose all the delicate parts of her.
She lives in that moment now, the petals of her uncurling and warming themselves in the silver night.
It’s beautiful and wild and she expands to fill it, her joy billowing on the air behind her.
It is so beautiful that she doesn’t even mind when she sees the quiet golden boy watching her. She is surprised by her calmness at it. Perhaps it is the faint fatigue from running. Perhaps it is the queer joy she feels from the blanket of midnight. Perhaps it is the quietness in his eyes, the way he simply observes.
She doesn’t know but tonight is twilight magic and she wants to dwell in the moment forever.
Emboldened, she makes her way toward him, large eyes curious as she stops several feet away.
“Hello,” her voice is velvet, nearly a murmur, unfurling between them.
Another step, Ivy tilting her oak and indigo head to the side, a soft smile before she whispers once more,
“Do you like secrets?”
we can bow 'cause our music's warmer than blood