where we break when our hearts are strong enough
Part of her wonders at his silence. Wonders where he is quiet because she is not engaging enough or interesting enough or pretty enough. She wonders if he is simply remaining such because he is hoping that she will go away—and the thought almost makes her grow shy. Part of her withdraws, wanting to protect herself once more, but when she glances up, catching the softness in his eye, the warmth in his gaze, she thinks better of it. Instead, she simply grows grateful for it, wondering if perhaps he knew of the fears that fluttered in her heart, the anxieties that perched there—just waiting to take flight.
When he shoots the light into the sky, she takes a step back, tipping her head back, heart pounding at the display. It was like a comet. A shooting star that originated from him instead of space itself. “You’re a constellation,” she breathes, bringing her slender head back down, dark blue eyes wide with wonder. She takes a step forward, and then another, approaching him as cautiously as a fox slinks through the forest. When the distance between them is gone, she stretches her neck, pressing her velvet nose to his chest.
“Do the heavens live within you?”
Her voice is breathy, steeped in the pure admiration she feels after witnessing what he can do.
Her heart continues to knock against her ribs, adrenaline making her legs itch, her entire body nearly coming undone with the pressure of it. She takes a few dancing steps aside from him, swinging her head toward the horizon, the entire meadow still empty save them, washed in the milky light of midnight.
She looks back at him. “Come run with me?”
She steps backward, beckoning him forward, to a world of quiet, a world of their own making.
“Please.”
we can bow 'cause our music's warmer than blood
@[Rhaegor]