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RE: held on tightly, anyone - basilica - 06-10-2020 She likes it when he smiles. Because it looks like a secret. Something just between them. And she thinks maybe she should start smiling like a secret, too. Because she smiles loud, for everyone to see, and wouldn’t it be better if he felt like her smiles were just for him, too? She tries it, mirroring that shadow of a smile the best she can. Fails miserably at it, because it doesn’t fit her face the same way it fits his. Because she is not as quiet and, she suspects, not as kind. So the most she can hope for is that he might like that her happiness is loud, bigger than anything she can fit in her tiny body. Her eyes light up when he mentions his father. And she smiles real loud as they walk, nodding so enthusiastically that she almost knocks herself off-balance. “I got mine from my father, too,” she says, breathless with wonder. Because it feels like fate almost, feels like they were thrust together on purpose. The two of them there for the very first time, with their matching magic that they’d gotten from their fathers. She wonders, quite briefly, if their fathers are the same. But she is dark. Dark, dark. And he is so very light that it feels impossible. “I look like my father,” she tells him, all too happy to say it, “my mom is black, too, but she doesn’t have any white. But she gave me magic, too. The kind of magic that makes my legs not hurt when we walk too far.” She is rambling, a horribly unattractive quality, but she is too young to know that yet. She grins, flush with heat, when he echoes her sentiment. And she turns her head to study him a long moment as they walk, grateful, before she finally fixes her focus to the landscape unfurling around them again. “Do you have any other magic?” heaven's gate had such eloquent graffiti basilica RE: held on tightly, anyone - aureus - 06-12-2020 Aureus has never really considered himself magical. At least, not in the way that his fathers are—or in the way that his sister is. He glows, but that feels natural. Like the stars at night or the way that the sun looks when it’s coming across the horizon. It doesn’t feel supernatural to carry that light in his chest and to be surrounded by the milky glow, even if he thinks that she looks ethereal with the very same glow. AUREUS — we need the dark to know the light — RE: held on tightly, anyone - basilica - 06-13-2020 She decides she likes the way he talks when he talks about his parents. Like there’s too much air in his chest, like he’s real proud of them. And she knows exactly what that’s like, what it’s like to love your parents so much that it makes you dizzy. She’s grateful that she knows what it’s like and grateful that he does, too. The sun is hitching higher in the sky, edging up over the trees, hits her full tilt just as her expression dissolves around the soft edges of her delight again. “My dad has wings, too!” She grins, all that loud, loud happiness, as she listens. Tilts her fine head as she slides her focus back to his face as something occurs to her. “You have two dads?” she asks without a trace of judgment. Too young to know how unusual it is, really. Knows nothing of the magic involved in his conception. Just knows that she only has one father, just knows that his parents are different from hers. “That’s really cool,” she adds, almost in haste, lest he think she finds it strange or wrong. There is precious little about him that would not pique her interest, this much is abundantly clear when she turns her head to look at him closer, her dark brow furrowed in concentration. But it doesn’t take much at all to make her smile with the way his own mouth quivers with mischief. Her gaze flits easy between the corner of his mouth and his eye as he speaks and she cannot help but grin, too. “That’s okay,” she says, decisive, “maybe someday I’ll meet her. What’s her name?” heaven's gate had such eloquent graffiti basilica RE: held on tightly, anyone - aureus - 06-14-2020 Aureus oh, these wings, they flicker and my feathers stir For all of his shyness and the way that he pulls back from showing too much of himself, he has no such reserves when it comes to talking about his parents—his family. The only thing that he has is the burning coal of his love in his chest and the way that he knows they are the very center of him. They are the gravity of his life and so he has no embarrassment, no shame, with the way he glows with his love. and I'm quick with the bullet when it comes undone RE: held on tightly, anyone - basilica - 06-29-2020 The only time she had ever wished for wings were those days when her mother had walked her clear across the earth and the knees and hips and shoulders had ached so fiercely that it had made her cry. Big, ugly tears. Tears that had made her mean. But she looks up at the sky now, too, really studies it like she’s looking at it through his eyes instead of her own. And she feels a distant pang in her chest when she thinks that maybe she’d like to know that kind of freedom, too. She drops her head before he does and capitalizes on the opportunity to study his upturned face. And finds herself grateful to have found a friend, to have found him in particular. Because their magic is the same and there is no room in her chest for anything but relief when she looks at him. “Yeah,” she agrees, her own smile mirroring his as he finally drops his head, “you could go wherever you wanted.” It sounds lame, even to her, and heat pools in her cheeks as she reorients her focus with the earth unfurling before them. “What’s your sister like?” she asks, head tilted as she studies the rocks underfoot. She doesn’t have siblings herself. None that she knows of anyway. She’s wondered, more than once, what it would be like to have someone with whom to share secrets. She perks up at the mention of his friend, Astrum, and her grin deepens when he insists that she’ll get to meet her. “Is she nice like you?” heaven's gate had such eloquent graffiti basilica RE: held on tightly, anyone - aureus - 06-29-2020 Aureus oh, these wings, they flicker and my feathers stir “You could,” he agrees, although the getting somewhere doesn’t matter as much to him as the idea of just going. The feeling of wind beneath your limbs. Of the skies lifting you aloft and keeping you there. He doesn’t know if there is anywhere in particular that he would want to go except the skies themselves. and I'm quick with the bullet when it comes undone RE: held on tightly, anyone - basilica - 07-07-2020
She doesn’t know where they’re headed, but she likes the way the earth rolls away from them. Expanding as they travel. And she tries to imagine what it would be like if they were flying, how the landscape might look from above. It gives her a little thrill just to think it and she smiles a secret little thing, grateful for the earth and his company and the way the heart beats just a little more earnest. But she can’t stay lost in her thoughts too long, not with the way he’s smiling. She wonders what it’s like to have a sibling, someone whose parts perfectly complemented hers. Someone tough and smart. Someone who would have no choice but to be her friend. “That must be so nice,” she says and grins. “Your family sounds wonderful.” She says it earnest, bright-eyed, no trace of bitterness in her tone. Even though her own father had looked at her, called her beautiful, and then told her mother that they shouldn’t have come. She thinks of him often, wonders about him, convinced that he must be more than the raw, bleeding wound. She does not dwell on him long now. She can’t lest it get her insides all blue again. She doesn’t recognize sadness, doesn’t know how to call it what it is. “That’s okay,” she murmurs, watching the circle of trees fall away, oblivious to the fairies that watch them disappear across the edge. “Strangers can be scary sometimes, so I don’t blame her.” heaven's gate had such eloquent graffiti basilica RE: held on tightly, anyone - aureus - 07-08-2020 Aureus oh, these wings, they flicker and my feathers stir He wonders at what lives beneath the surface of her. Does she have the same insecurities that he does? Does she wake in the middle of the night and find that the edges of her heart are too close? Does she find herself alone in the middle of conversation? Does she watch others and try to study them—try to figure out what makes them so at ease in situations? Or is she like his sister, so joyful on the surface, so sure. and I'm quick with the bullet when it comes undone RE: held on tightly, anyone - basilica - 07-20-2020
She wonders what it means that her heart beats sideways, as if trying to slip through the narrow space between her ribs. Like it’s pulling in his direction, drawn as if by magnets. She is so terribly young, oblivious, grateful to have a friend. She thinks to ask if he’ll still be her friend when they go their separate ways, when their respective parents come to fetch them and there is nowhere else for them to walk together. But she doesn’t, catches the question between her teeth instead. And she allows herself to be distracted by the idea of his friend. How she doesn’t like strangers but she’s not afraid of them either. She nods like she understands, though she’s not certain she does. She knows that she is wary of strangers because sometimes they look at you and call you beautiful and then tell you that you shouldn’t have come. Sometimes strangers are your father and you love them but don’t know how to tell them. She thinks about his question a long time, averting her gaze to the ground as they walk. She feels suddenly careful, like she should pick both her steps and her words carefully. But she has no inclination to protect her heart. She does not know yet how terrifying vulnerability can be, so when she looks up at him again, her gaze is plain and honest. “Sometimes,” she confesses on a whisper. Her remark had been almost light-hearted when she’d said it initially. Merely trying to relate, understand, sympathize. She is quieter now, though, when she has to confront the truth in it. “Sometimes I get scared that not everyone is nice.” She admits this to the ground and then rolls her shoulders in a kind of shrug. And then she conjures up a slanted grin, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “Don’t tell my mom.” Murmurs it like some kind of private joke and then exhales a breath of bell-song laughter. heaven's gate had such eloquent graffiti basilica RE: held on tightly, anyone - aureus - 07-21-2020 Aureus oh, these wings, they flicker and my feathers stir “Not everyone is nice,” he echoes, although it’s more of an affirmation than a question. He knows the world to be a beautiful thing—how else could his heart be so struck with the beauty of it, so in awe of the way that the sun slants across the meadow in the morning—but he also knows it to be cruel. Knows that there are those who would keep you at arm’s length and not welcome you into their home. Those who would look at you like an outside until you are sure that you are; until you’re sure that you always will be. and I'm quick with the bullet when it comes undone |