05-30-2021, 06:36 PM
She is entirely certain that no one has ever looked at her the way he is looking at her now. Like she is more than the flat gold of buckskin, more than this simple kind of beautiful in the same way wildflowers are. He looks at her like he has found something in the strange sun-glow of those burning eyes that just absolutely mesmerizes him. For the first time in a long time, she finds herself really wishing that she could still hear the whisper of thoughts inside his head. That she could know without a doubt what it meant for him to stare at her with such open, easy curiosity.
He makes her feel so beautiful, and for a moment she nearly has to look away from him because the gentle intensity of his gaze is more than she knows what to do with. Instead she blinks, and those wings lift and flare to catch the last of the dying evening light, and as the sun alights on the topmost feather tips, fire engulfs them. She would be lying if she claimed that she hadn’t allowed the shift just to throw him as off-balance as he had thrown her, but there is no cunning in her dancing eyes as she watches his handsome face for a reaction.
“Not me,” she says, and laughter shines in those beautiful molten eyes as she keeps those wings lifted carefully out of reach of his skin, “I am terribly dull. No dramatics whatsoever.” She lifts her wings higher to snap them in the air, and the fire extinguishes without more than a wind-whisper of sound. The shift from fire to feather is an easy one, and it takes almost no effort from her, but somehow it seems just a little darker now without that flickering orange light to illuminate his face.
Her name on his lips gentles some of the laughter out of her eyes, and watches him with a sort of quiet uncertainty that draws faint furrows over the sun marking on her brow. “You could try.” She says, and she isn’t entirely sure why her voice has softened to something like a murmur, but she thinks it must have something to do with the way his eyes sparkle with a blue that is the perfect sky contrast to her burning twin suns. “I promise not to laugh when you fail.” It’s almost like she is burning brighter in his presence. Her eyes are radiant, and the glow that pours from her skin peaks in points of sunbursts. Even her wings have shifted again, and she can only assume it is from some urgent need to make sure he keeps looking at her like this.
Like she is so beautiful.
Her wings are silent now, no rustle of feather whatsoever as they are just the silhouette of wings and made entirely of soft, golden sunshine. “Svedka.” She repeats, and the word is as light as snow falling from her mismatched lips. She is very aware of the way he drifts closer, the way she can feel her own heat reflected back at her from the nearness of his shoulder beside hers. The way she wants him even nearer coaxes a heat to her face that she is glad he cannot see, though faintly the skin beneath the white of her lower lip flushes brighter. “I didn’t take you for a liar, Svedka.” She says, and she is certainly whispering now at their nearness. “You are many things, I’m sure, but a simpleton is not one of them.” She shifts her head slightly, her mouth close enough to touch his cheek, though all that brushes against his skin is the heat of her tremulous breath. “Am I wrong?”
aureline
dear wilderness, be at your best
her armor is thin as the fabric of her dress
@[Svedka]