06-24-2020, 05:35 PM
She doesn’t seem to notice the way the star grows cold towards her, or at the very least, she isn’t offended by it. She simply watches as the glowing orb twirls away, and her laugh sounds like wind chimes inside her glass mouth. “It’s okay, I suppose not everyone can like me right away.” It hasn’t really occurred to her that anyone would dislike her at all, yet in the face of this new discovery she is seemingly unperturbed. She is too busy chasing fireflies and spinning fairy tales to worry about much else.
She turns back to him, her eyes suddenly alighting with what she thinks is an even better idea. “Or, maybe you’re a knight.” She retraces her steps until she is back in front of him again, the fireflies drifting lazily ahead and not seeming to notice or care that the glass girl that had been shadowing their movements has disappeared. She seems to scrutinize him for a moment, her lilac-colored eyes narrowing as they drift over the broken blaze, the blue-tips of his mane, and his soft glow. It makes her heart flutter inside of her chest, and the feeling is not entirely bad, even if she doesn’t understand what it means or what to do with it.
She notices the almost apologetic way that he speaks, and some of the vibrant on her own face dims, but not in a way that suggests she is disappointed. Reaching forward to bump her smooth nose against his cheek she says softly, “You can pretend to be a prince, or a knight, or anything you want to be.” Pulling away again to fix the light purple of her eyes to the darker of his she adds, “I think at some point we aren’t allowed to pretend anymore, and we have to be whoever we are meant to be.” She doesn’t know what that means, exactly, because she can’t imagine ever knowing who she is supposed to be, but it sounds like something her mother would say. “So I guess that means we should pretend now, right?”
I don’t believe that anybody
feels the way I do about you now
feels the way I do about you now
H O U R G L A S S
