08-30-2021, 05:34 PM
He finds her in a tangle of thought, chasing rogue ones like drifting leaves while outwardly she simply frowns at the flowers while they sway in the wind. She doesn’t notice him at first, there is too much to see behind her eyes, so much that she is overwhelmed by it. There is this thing like a secret, a point of joy and horror, and it sits inside her just exactly like a seed.
Maybe it is the way the wildflowers swish as he passes through them, or maybe it is the weight of those curious blue eyes so much like hers, but she turns her face finally to see him. He is someone entirely unfamiliar and it draws an even deeper frown to the angles of her refined face. Furrows in her brow and along the curve of her jaw, tension in the corners of unsmiling lips like velvet stone.
He is so odd that she would very much like to stare openly at him, to let her gaze travel the topography of his skin as though those glowing bones are meant to be trails for her to follow. But her pride doesn’t allow it, perhaps wondering if he will interpret her attention as something more than brazen curiosity. So she keeps her proud gaze trained on his face, letting her eyes settle on his and their mirrored blue sameness. It is only in her periphery that she notes how extensively the bones covered his copper and white figure.
“Do you always mistake contemplation for anger?” She asks back just as easily, finding that spark in his eyes and narrowing her gaze at him so subtly. “Is it because you have the depth of a puddle?” At that there is a smile that flashes in the corners of her mouth, a light in those sapphire eyes that is there and then gone again in an instant as she turns her face from him and towards the sun as if to bask in the watery golden light.
Then, with eyes closed against the sunshine and a faint, relaxed smile softening the corners of her steel grey mouth, she says, quite conversationally, “Shouldn’t those bones be on the inside?”
Maybe it is the way the wildflowers swish as he passes through them, or maybe it is the weight of those curious blue eyes so much like hers, but she turns her face finally to see him. He is someone entirely unfamiliar and it draws an even deeper frown to the angles of her refined face. Furrows in her brow and along the curve of her jaw, tension in the corners of unsmiling lips like velvet stone.
He is so odd that she would very much like to stare openly at him, to let her gaze travel the topography of his skin as though those glowing bones are meant to be trails for her to follow. But her pride doesn’t allow it, perhaps wondering if he will interpret her attention as something more than brazen curiosity. So she keeps her proud gaze trained on his face, letting her eyes settle on his and their mirrored blue sameness. It is only in her periphery that she notes how extensively the bones covered his copper and white figure.
“Do you always mistake contemplation for anger?” She asks back just as easily, finding that spark in his eyes and narrowing her gaze at him so subtly. “Is it because you have the depth of a puddle?” At that there is a smile that flashes in the corners of her mouth, a light in those sapphire eyes that is there and then gone again in an instant as she turns her face from him and towards the sun as if to bask in the watery golden light.
Then, with eyes closed against the sunshine and a faint, relaxed smile softening the corners of her steel grey mouth, she says, quite conversationally, “Shouldn’t those bones be on the inside?”
REVELRIE
it feels like falling, it feels like rain,
like losing my balance again and again