02-08-2021, 10:04 PM
iridian
She is watching him the moment he notices their surroundings, watching when those golden eyes fall on every broken piece of the world she had made for him, promised him. “I’m so sorry.” She whispers, and there is hurt and shame and so many cracks in the gentle blue of eyes she has to turn away from his face because she cannot bear to see what shade of gold belongs to disappointment. “I didn’t mean to let it fall apart.” And though she isn’t whispering anymore, her voice is still hardly louder than the feathers in the wings shuffling against her spotted back. “It,” she still isn’t looking at him, is too busy looking aside even when there is only him worth seeing, only this face she has dreamed of for so long, “absorbed the dark that was too big to live inside me. I ruined it.”
And she is so busy being sorry, so busy being ashamed of the way she does not deserve the time he spends here with her, that she doesn’t hear him at first. But then the words settle over her skin, sink into her bones and wander through her veins all the way to the blood that now pounds in the heartbeat of her delicate ears. Her head jerks to face him, her blue eyes so wide and so surprised, so painfully bare to the ache that springs up inside her and threatens to pull her under.
Beautiful?
There are a hundred thoughts swimming beside a hundred feelings, and all of them are drowning desperately in the ocean blue of those luminous eyes. She isn’t sure why those words make wings flutter in her chest, why his gaze feels different now as it travels over the lines of her delicate face, but it’s nice and it’s good and she does not ever want to forget this warmth flaring beneath her skin. “Thank you.” She is whispering again, but it is gentle instead of fragile, filled with quiet kindness instead of loneliness.
Beautiful.
So is he, but she is too shy to say so.
“I tried to find you too.” She admits, and when he steps towards her she forgets that she is shy, forgets that it feels bold to reach for him. It just feels necessary now, and so she mirrors his steps until he is close enough to touch, until her nose reaches out to press against his and she can feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. He is so good at saying the right things, so good at making her feel important. Like she might matter. But she is not as masterful as he is, and this blushing heat in her face makes it so hard to hold his gaze, so hard to hold this little smile from escaping to the corners of her delicate mouth. How is he so much more than anything she has ever known, so much more than anything she could have ever dreamt up.
“Why?” She wonders when she can finally meet his golden eyes again with all that soft, bashful blue. “Why are you happy?” Because she’s too shy to ask why he has thought about her every day. Her wings shuffle, the blue feather tips peeking out from the chestnut as some of the tension slips away from her and a smile manages to escape onto her lips. “I hope you can stay awhile, I want to show you everything.”
And it seems just like that, the world is a little brighter, the colors more saturated, and, oddly, there are leopard spots on the trunks of all the nearest trees. This time she has the decency to hold his gaze for at least two whole seconds before the heat creeping up her face steals her gaze away. She is very, very sure he's noticed that their forest is shades of black and gold and beautiful rosettes. "Yeah, I missed you too." Her eyes return to his face again, steady and warm and only the tiniest bit bashful. "You probably couldn't tell because I'm very good at hiding things." A smile, small at first, until it blooms like a flower in the warmth of his sun.
And she is so busy being sorry, so busy being ashamed of the way she does not deserve the time he spends here with her, that she doesn’t hear him at first. But then the words settle over her skin, sink into her bones and wander through her veins all the way to the blood that now pounds in the heartbeat of her delicate ears. Her head jerks to face him, her blue eyes so wide and so surprised, so painfully bare to the ache that springs up inside her and threatens to pull her under.
Beautiful?
There are a hundred thoughts swimming beside a hundred feelings, and all of them are drowning desperately in the ocean blue of those luminous eyes. She isn’t sure why those words make wings flutter in her chest, why his gaze feels different now as it travels over the lines of her delicate face, but it’s nice and it’s good and she does not ever want to forget this warmth flaring beneath her skin. “Thank you.” She is whispering again, but it is gentle instead of fragile, filled with quiet kindness instead of loneliness.
Beautiful.
So is he, but she is too shy to say so.
“I tried to find you too.” She admits, and when he steps towards her she forgets that she is shy, forgets that it feels bold to reach for him. It just feels necessary now, and so she mirrors his steps until he is close enough to touch, until her nose reaches out to press against his and she can feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. He is so good at saying the right things, so good at making her feel important. Like she might matter. But she is not as masterful as he is, and this blushing heat in her face makes it so hard to hold his gaze, so hard to hold this little smile from escaping to the corners of her delicate mouth. How is he so much more than anything she has ever known, so much more than anything she could have ever dreamt up.
“Why?” She wonders when she can finally meet his golden eyes again with all that soft, bashful blue. “Why are you happy?” Because she’s too shy to ask why he has thought about her every day. Her wings shuffle, the blue feather tips peeking out from the chestnut as some of the tension slips away from her and a smile manages to escape onto her lips. “I hope you can stay awhile, I want to show you everything.”
And it seems just like that, the world is a little brighter, the colors more saturated, and, oddly, there are leopard spots on the trunks of all the nearest trees. This time she has the decency to hold his gaze for at least two whole seconds before the heat creeping up her face steals her gaze away. She is very, very sure he's noticed that their forest is shades of black and gold and beautiful rosettes. "Yeah, I missed you too." Her eyes return to his face again, steady and warm and only the tiniest bit bashful. "You probably couldn't tell because I'm very good at hiding things." A smile, small at first, until it blooms like a flower in the warmth of his sun.
@[firion]