09-18-2019, 02:45 PM
Perhaps others only see the impossibly still reflection of her features and wonder what emotions linger beneath. Ten is not like them though. He does not wonder. Does not need to ask. He already knows he could never understand. Already knows it is much too large and unreadable.
Maybe she would understand when she finally saw the other stars up close. Maybe she would impart some of the wisdom to him. And maybe none of those things would happen. Maybe he is just a young, foolishly fanciful boy whose curiosity and daydreams are impossibly large for him.
Still, he would probably never stop trying. He doesn’t know how else to be. He is still the boy who would sacrifice himself for the powerfully beating heart for Beqanna. And he is still a boy who would burn himself to atoms at the center of a star if that is what was needed.
“Let me show you,” he whispers, a charmingly delighted smile curling his lips as they finally draw close enough to touch. He should be terrified, being skin to skin with such as she. But he can only hold her in awe and wonder. Every beat of his heart urges him onward, forward, endless curiosity and a boundless love of all things life his only weapons.
And just as easily as they draw together, he whisks them away. He had grown skilled in practice. The moment he’d understood the new energy coursing through those many months ago (though to him, it had been years), he had hurtled himself from corner to corner of the universe, heedless of any stray thought that cautioned to slow down. Until that caution had slowly burned low and flickered out. Until nothing had prevented him from going wherever, or whenever, he pleased.
And so, with Islas at his side, he tumbles them through the very fabric of reality, until they they are spit into the vast weightlessness of the distant cosmos, the giant, hungry stars their only companions.
Maybe she would understand when she finally saw the other stars up close. Maybe she would impart some of the wisdom to him. And maybe none of those things would happen. Maybe he is just a young, foolishly fanciful boy whose curiosity and daydreams are impossibly large for him.
Still, he would probably never stop trying. He doesn’t know how else to be. He is still the boy who would sacrifice himself for the powerfully beating heart for Beqanna. And he is still a boy who would burn himself to atoms at the center of a star if that is what was needed.
“Let me show you,” he whispers, a charmingly delighted smile curling his lips as they finally draw close enough to touch. He should be terrified, being skin to skin with such as she. But he can only hold her in awe and wonder. Every beat of his heart urges him onward, forward, endless curiosity and a boundless love of all things life his only weapons.
And just as easily as they draw together, he whisks them away. He had grown skilled in practice. The moment he’d understood the new energy coursing through those many months ago (though to him, it had been years), he had hurtled himself from corner to corner of the universe, heedless of any stray thought that cautioned to slow down. Until that caution had slowly burned low and flickered out. Until nothing had prevented him from going wherever, or whenever, he pleased.
And so, with Islas at his side, he tumbles them through the very fabric of reality, until they they are spit into the vast weightlessness of the distant cosmos, the giant, hungry stars their only companions.
TEN
