06-08-2020, 10:51 PM
”I’ve got the kerosene and the desire,
I’m trying to start a flame in the heart of the night.”
She feels so plain standing before him, the boy colored like a wildcat with sharp golden eyes. There is something predatory about him, but it does not make her afraid. Instead it makes her more curious, makes her want to step forward for a closer look, as though jaguar spots might feel different than plain dapples. But she remains where she is, hugging her silver wings tighter to her side. She still cannot tell if he seems annoyed at her presence, or if he is just mildly irritated at whatever was weighing so heavily on him. She wonders if he knows he does not hide himself terribly well, but she is afraid if she were to point it out that he might double down and close himself off further.
She wonders if he knows that sometimes it’s easier to break and let light in, then to shut himself in the dark.
“Firion,” she tries out his own name, and likes the strength of it on her tongue. “I like it. It sounds…fierce.” And then a shy, but pointed smile, and a tilt of her delicate head when she says, “It suits you.”
“My eyes are just boring brown,” she offers even though he hadn’t asked, and he could clearly see for himself what color they were. She didn’t speak much to anyone besides her parents and siblings, and she was realizing that maybe she wasn’t all that good at it. “But they do their job, so, I suppose I can’t complain.”
He asks her what brought her here, and truthfully, she doesn’t have an answer. Keepsake didn’t really do much of anything with purpose. She traveled as she saw fit, she drifted wherever she felt like. Usually she kept to herself, even though she found everyone around her fascinating. It was difficult to feel like she had anything to contribute, being so young and without anything unique about her, and so she rarely interacted. “I was just bored. I was born in Tephra, but I like seeing the rest of Beqanna.”
She wonders if he knows that sometimes it’s easier to break and let light in, then to shut himself in the dark.
“Firion,” she tries out his own name, and likes the strength of it on her tongue. “I like it. It sounds…fierce.” And then a shy, but pointed smile, and a tilt of her delicate head when she says, “It suits you.”
“My eyes are just boring brown,” she offers even though he hadn’t asked, and he could clearly see for himself what color they were. She didn’t speak much to anyone besides her parents and siblings, and she was realizing that maybe she wasn’t all that good at it. “But they do their job, so, I suppose I can’t complain.”
He asks her what brought her here, and truthfully, she doesn’t have an answer. Keepsake didn’t really do much of anything with purpose. She traveled as she saw fit, she drifted wherever she felt like. Usually she kept to herself, even though she found everyone around her fascinating. It was difficult to feel like she had anything to contribute, being so young and without anything unique about her, and so she rarely interacted. “I was just bored. I was born in Tephra, but I like seeing the rest of Beqanna.”
keepsake