If am lost, I am lost on purpose.
She watches with a genuine, unabashed amusement, preening slightly beneath the attention as he looks toward her. Alaska has never been one to shy away from praise and she glows beneath his attention, finding herself hunting out his silvery gaze so that she can see herself mirrored back, knowing that he is snared. “Mesec,” she echoes back at him, letting herself enjoy the syllables and the alienness of it.
How different he is.
How very much the same.
And she lets herself get carried away by the conversation easily, laughing in tune with his own. “I don’t know, nightdreaming does not have quite the same ring, does it?” She shuffles her overly large wings again, finding that an ache has begun to speed across her shoulders, sinking slowly into her muscles.
Without thinking, she contracts the wings, at first just letting them shrink in size to a more normal weight and then thinking better of it and having them disappear into the folds of her shoulders entirely.
“I love to swim amongst them,” she confesses, tilting her head back to stare at them beside him.
A pause as she just lets the silence linger.
Then, finally, “Why are you out here tonight?”
@[Mesec]