01-31-2021, 03:36 PM
chasmata
Were her ego more fragile, she might have been wounded by the fact that he does not return the sentiment. He does not compliment her name, though she cannot blame him because it’s not as nice as his. There’s a harshness to it that does not always suit her, but she has never faulted her parents for this.
She studies him and finds that she quite likes the way their glows combine to set them both ablaze in a strange new color. Part of her is grateful that she could not see him the last time they met because to see him in the daylight almost certainly would have been a waste. She’s certain that he is most enchanting in the darkness, just as she is.
She is not as bold as she is curious and she glances at his face with a slanted smile before she ventures closer still. She pulls in a long breath and holds it before she reaches out her nose, keeping careful watch as she plunges it down into the depths of those flickering sparks. She pulls her head back sharply as one slides past her mouth, just barely singing the soft skin there. She presses her velvet lips into a thin line and exhales a breath of laughter.
“They burn,” she tells him with a lopsided smile. She reaches for him carefully again then, not because she hopes to get burned again but because she had felt a supernatural warmth in the air around him. “You’re warm,” she observes then, her head tilted as she pulls her nose back into her own space.
She studies him and finds that she quite likes the way their glows combine to set them both ablaze in a strange new color. Part of her is grateful that she could not see him the last time they met because to see him in the daylight almost certainly would have been a waste. She’s certain that he is most enchanting in the darkness, just as she is.
She is not as bold as she is curious and she glances at his face with a slanted smile before she ventures closer still. She pulls in a long breath and holds it before she reaches out her nose, keeping careful watch as she plunges it down into the depths of those flickering sparks. She pulls her head back sharply as one slides past her mouth, just barely singing the soft skin there. She presses her velvet lips into a thin line and exhales a breath of laughter.
“They burn,” she tells him with a lopsided smile. She reaches for him carefully again then, not because she hopes to get burned again but because she had felt a supernatural warmth in the air around him. “You’re warm,” she observes then, her head tilted as she pulls her nose back into her own space.
the moonlight, baby, shows you what’s real
but there ain’t language for the things i feel
but there ain’t language for the things i feel
@[Laurelin]