08-27-2018, 11:39 PM
somewhere between the sand and the stardust
For those few precious moments, she is lost. A creature of nothing more than dust and space, lingering upon a sandy beach in a far distant land. But reality intrudes, as it always must. Reality steals her away, returning her to a body of flesh and blood, rather than an ethereal creature. A ghost of dreams and impossibilities.
For just a minute, it almost feels as though she is in a dream .As though all of her deepest, darkest secrets and desires had come true. Granted by a long distant star she had wished upon ages ago. For just that one minute, she can believe that her name echoing in the air is only a part of that dream. That he is really there and she had not fled like the terrible coward she is.
Opening eyes the color of the palest blue sky, she focuses upon the Tephran landscape, allowing reality to settle in around her. Allowing her gaze to settle upon an achingly familiar form. She had thought him perhaps just a dream. A figment of her imagination. But no. He is as real and solid as the grass beneath her feet. And now, she is left only to face the reality of her own impulsive actions.
“Levi,” she whispers, her voice barely audible in the slight distance that separates them. Her lids flutter as his lips gently caress her cheek, eliciting memories of a distant speck of blood, one long since washed away. She leans into the soft touch, unable to muster the strength even to apologize. She should, but words have suddenly abandoned her.
You made it. There is no accusation to his words, no hint of anger at her for once again disappearing. For once again so amply demonstrating her own weakness. She could never be her brother. Could never be her father or her mother. And for just that small span of time, she can almost believe that her lack of such strength does not bother him at all.
Inhaling shakily, she slips forward before she can think better of her actions. Pressing close, she takes more than that one small caress upon her her cheek, curling into him in an almost desperate embrace. The heat of his flickering mane licks the blue of her neck, but she doesn’t care. There is comfort in the warmth, the slight sting. Proof that he is here. That he is real and not another of her vibrant visions.
Pressing her lips against his shoulder, she breathes out. After a moment of silence, she responds softly, words lingering against his skin. “Thank you for waiting for me.”
For just a minute, it almost feels as though she is in a dream .As though all of her deepest, darkest secrets and desires had come true. Granted by a long distant star she had wished upon ages ago. For just that one minute, she can believe that her name echoing in the air is only a part of that dream. That he is really there and she had not fled like the terrible coward she is.
Opening eyes the color of the palest blue sky, she focuses upon the Tephran landscape, allowing reality to settle in around her. Allowing her gaze to settle upon an achingly familiar form. She had thought him perhaps just a dream. A figment of her imagination. But no. He is as real and solid as the grass beneath her feet. And now, she is left only to face the reality of her own impulsive actions.
“Levi,” she whispers, her voice barely audible in the slight distance that separates them. Her lids flutter as his lips gently caress her cheek, eliciting memories of a distant speck of blood, one long since washed away. She leans into the soft touch, unable to muster the strength even to apologize. She should, but words have suddenly abandoned her.
You made it. There is no accusation to his words, no hint of anger at her for once again disappearing. For once again so amply demonstrating her own weakness. She could never be her brother. Could never be her father or her mother. And for just that small span of time, she can almost believe that her lack of such strength does not bother him at all.
Inhaling shakily, she slips forward before she can think better of her actions. Pressing close, she takes more than that one small caress upon her her cheek, curling into him in an almost desperate embrace. The heat of his flickering mane licks the blue of her neck, but she doesn’t care. There is comfort in the warmth, the slight sting. Proof that he is here. That he is real and not another of her vibrant visions.
Pressing her lips against his shoulder, she breathes out. After a moment of silence, she responds softly, words lingering against his skin. “Thank you for waiting for me.”
Rapture
there is a pulse that echoes of you and I
