04-28-2021, 09:09 AM
All of the voices inside of my mind will never be silenced
She is not so lost in the warmth and solace of the moment that she misses the hum of his thoughts as he draws near, the whisper of his wings as he alights almost soundlessly on the shores of her peaceful pool. Her eyes are drawn to his gold and blue visage, curiosity blooming inside of her as she tries her best to brush aside the personal musings of his mind. Ones he undoubtedly would not wish her to hear.If she could have, she might have blushed at them. She has never thought of herself as lovely. She knows her reflection had changed from the once red and white to the endless green shades of the sea, but her features are still hers. Still the same ones she had known since childhood. But to know he had been drawn here by the image of beauty he held in his mind is both disarming and somehow wholly pleasing.
For a moment she can only stare, struck by the sudden urge to touch him. To move closer, to trace the lines of his features until she had memorized them. She doesn’t even realize she has moved until she finds herself near the edge of the pond, water sluicing from her sea-splashed skin.
It is his words that recall her to herself.
A wave of embarrassment crashes over her. She had been so drawn to him - the striking intensity in his features haloed by the aching loveliness of his thoughts - that she hadn’t even considered her actions. Hadn’t considered how forward he must find her.
“Yes, I suppose I am,” she replies, her voice breathy in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Taking a hesitant step back, she ducks her head apologetically before shaking it. Her damp locks cling to her wet skin, creating a delicate lacing with their dark strands. “Unless you can change the past, I don’t think you can.”
until I can find a way to let go of what we left behind
persea
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