12-21-2020, 01:15 AM
You think I'll be the Dark Sky so you can be the Star?
I'll Swallow you Whole.
I'll Swallow you Whole.
She finds herself staring at his eyes, which is not by itself a strange thing for her to do. She has always been overly observant, in a way that she has learned others did not much care for. They found it invasive when really she was just studying them, trying to sort out the way that they worked. They felt such an array of things that she could not even begin to fathom, and while a younger version of herself had once been set on learning to mimic them in a way that would allow her to blend, that was no longer her goal.
An earth-bound star was never going to blend, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much emotion Tiercel could create for her, or how many times she echoed a hollow smile to a stranger.
The way that she stares at his eyes now, though, is something entirely different from before; admiring, almost, rather than studious. The happiness from earlier still lingers, and maybe that is why she notices that his eyes are the same color as the waters off the coast of Tephra, or the sky in the meadow on a sparkling summer day.
She wonders if it means anything that he was born with eyes vibrant enough to broadcast his emotion – the way they can go bright with happiness and then cloud with displeasure.
She wonders what it says about her, to be born with eyes so dark they are unreadable, a mirror-image of the almost incomprehensible emptiness that makes up the inside of her.
She doesn’t respond to what he says, because the sudden torrent of emotions begins to hit her. The guilt that feels like a stone but tastes like tears on her tongue, the storm of anger that lights her veins on fire, and then the sadness that could almost be the hollowness she feels all the time, if only it had something to cling to.
They all eventually give way to a strange kind of thrill, one that shivers down her spine, but the emotion that she is left with is the one that makes her look at him as though she is seeing him for the first time.
It hits her like a rush of heat, it blossoms alive and bright inside of her chest, before twisting itself into a knot that aches just behind her breastbone.
“How can you stand to feel all of that?” The question is quiet, confused, and almost sympathetic. It didn’t seem possible for any living creature to be able to withstand that kind of whiplash of emotion, and she cannot decide if she is lucky because that will never be her, or something to be pitied – because that will never be her.
Except for now, because the ache is still there, spreading from her chest to her bones, and she finds herself closing the gap that had existed between them. Her stark white lips touch his shoulder, and she is surprised, as she always is, at how warm and so completely alive he feels. She is sure she can feel his pulse jumping just beneath his skin, and when her own heartbeat quickens in response she shifts closer. “What is this one called?” She asks him, referring to the lingering feeling he had left her with; the dull throb in her chest, the feeling of something – someone – missing. It reminds her of the way her trapped star seemed to pulsate and flutter when she looked at the stars in the sky, like it knew up there lay the answers to all of her problems, but with no way to get there.
He was similar to those stars, then, because he has always been her answer here on earth – her key to feeling, her only hope at some semblence of normalcy – but just like the stars, she didn’t know how to reach him.
An earth-bound star was never going to blend, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much emotion Tiercel could create for her, or how many times she echoed a hollow smile to a stranger.
The way that she stares at his eyes now, though, is something entirely different from before; admiring, almost, rather than studious. The happiness from earlier still lingers, and maybe that is why she notices that his eyes are the same color as the waters off the coast of Tephra, or the sky in the meadow on a sparkling summer day.
She wonders if it means anything that he was born with eyes vibrant enough to broadcast his emotion – the way they can go bright with happiness and then cloud with displeasure.
She wonders what it says about her, to be born with eyes so dark they are unreadable, a mirror-image of the almost incomprehensible emptiness that makes up the inside of her.
She doesn’t respond to what he says, because the sudden torrent of emotions begins to hit her. The guilt that feels like a stone but tastes like tears on her tongue, the storm of anger that lights her veins on fire, and then the sadness that could almost be the hollowness she feels all the time, if only it had something to cling to.
They all eventually give way to a strange kind of thrill, one that shivers down her spine, but the emotion that she is left with is the one that makes her look at him as though she is seeing him for the first time.
It hits her like a rush of heat, it blossoms alive and bright inside of her chest, before twisting itself into a knot that aches just behind her breastbone.
“How can you stand to feel all of that?” The question is quiet, confused, and almost sympathetic. It didn’t seem possible for any living creature to be able to withstand that kind of whiplash of emotion, and she cannot decide if she is lucky because that will never be her, or something to be pitied – because that will never be her.
Except for now, because the ache is still there, spreading from her chest to her bones, and she finds herself closing the gap that had existed between them. Her stark white lips touch his shoulder, and she is surprised, as she always is, at how warm and so completely alive he feels. She is sure she can feel his pulse jumping just beneath his skin, and when her own heartbeat quickens in response she shifts closer. “What is this one called?” She asks him, referring to the lingering feeling he had left her with; the dull throb in her chest, the feeling of something – someone – missing. It reminds her of the way her trapped star seemed to pulsate and flutter when she looked at the stars in the sky, like it knew up there lay the answers to all of her problems, but with no way to get there.
He was similar to those stars, then, because he has always been her answer here on earth – her key to feeling, her only hope at some semblence of normalcy – but just like the stars, she didn’t know how to reach him.
Islas
@[Tiercel]