— and how long must I stay, will I lay by your side
just to say that I'm yours and you'll never be mine —
just to say that I'm yours and you'll never be mine —
She has looked for him unsuccessfully, and her hope was beginning to dwindle.
Perhaps she had been mistaken. Perhaps any kind of spark she thought that had existed between them had been fabricated in her own girlish mind. She had been so sure of it, though – had even told her mother about it. Had asked Desire if she ever came across a pale boy with blue in his hair and a jealous star that followed him in the dark. Her mother had seemed disinterested and had told her that if the boy had not come back for her, that the feeling was not mutual.
The truth of it had stung, but she knew how her mother could be – it was her version of caring, to try and ground her too romantic daughter back to earth, to shield her from heartache by heading it off before it found her.
She has no idea what lengths Desire had gone to accomplish just that.
When she sees Aureus, when her sweet lilac-eyes scan the meadow and find his familiar face, the light that expands inside of her chest is unmatched, but she is careful to not let it show. She smiles in a way that does not touch her lips but instead sparks from her eyes, as a sudden flood of shyness keeps her momentarily rooted to the spot. The cold sun glints dimly off the copper-red of her glass skin, the galaxy spiral on her chest seeming to glitter and waver as she finally begins to walk towards him. “Aureus,” she says his name softly, but in a strangely calm way -- remembering what her mother had said, that if he had never come back, he was not interested. The doubt of that pricks at the back of her mind, leaves her feeling uncertain and causes her to dull most of the enthusiasm she typically would have greeted him with. “How are you?”
Perhaps she had been mistaken. Perhaps any kind of spark she thought that had existed between them had been fabricated in her own girlish mind. She had been so sure of it, though – had even told her mother about it. Had asked Desire if she ever came across a pale boy with blue in his hair and a jealous star that followed him in the dark. Her mother had seemed disinterested and had told her that if the boy had not come back for her, that the feeling was not mutual.
The truth of it had stung, but she knew how her mother could be – it was her version of caring, to try and ground her too romantic daughter back to earth, to shield her from heartache by heading it off before it found her.
She has no idea what lengths Desire had gone to accomplish just that.
When she sees Aureus, when her sweet lilac-eyes scan the meadow and find his familiar face, the light that expands inside of her chest is unmatched, but she is careful to not let it show. She smiles in a way that does not touch her lips but instead sparks from her eyes, as a sudden flood of shyness keeps her momentarily rooted to the spot. The cold sun glints dimly off the copper-red of her glass skin, the galaxy spiral on her chest seeming to glitter and waver as she finally begins to walk towards him. “Aureus,” she says his name softly, but in a strangely calm way -- remembering what her mother had said, that if he had never come back, he was not interested. The doubt of that pricks at the back of her mind, leaves her feeling uncertain and causes her to dull most of the enthusiasm she typically would have greeted him with. “How are you?”
hourglass
— with this love like a hole,
swallow my soul —
swallow my soul —