08-30-2020, 05:23 PM
She winces at his cry, and the sympathy is clear when it fills her lilac eyes and shadows her face. “I know, I’m so sorry, I wish I could have done that in a way that it didn’t hurt.” She stares again at his wound, and curiosity slowly begins to replace her regret. She reaches forward again, gently touching where the branch had been lodged into his skin – marvelling at the way the flesh was torn, how the solid object had sunk into it. She thinks of what would happen to her own shoulder, how if she did not have intangibility that it would have shattered her clean apart.
What a silly thing that she would have died from, and she realizes why her parents had fretted over her so much.
“Hourglass,” she answers him with a brilliant smile, forgetting her previous dark thoughts. “My name is Hourglass.”
The sun catches the starlight of his wings, then, and she gasps in delight. “Your wings!” She laughs as she reaches out to touch them, wondering if they feel as magical as they look. She withdraws to touch her nose to her glass chest, where the nebula spirals from the center of it, and she tells him with a smile, “We match, almost.” She looks back at his wings, and it reminds her of the galaxy painted across her mother’s side, and how Desire said it reflected the galaxy she had been created in. “Did you have to go to the stars to get them for your wings?”
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
@[Indius]