02-07-2022, 05:46 PM
i can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland--
She cannot see the way he studies her, but she swears she can feel it. Thinks she can feel invisible eyes as the sweep across her pearlescent skin and along her sheer wings—wings that now are pulled uneasily to her sides, as if they, thin and fragile, could possibly protect her. But despite her apprehension she makes no move to leave. She cannot see him but she desperately wants to believe that he is not malicious; that his invisibility is not being used as a weapon but is instead perhaps a curse.
She is still young and dangerously naive; she does not want to believe the worst in anyone, and defaults to assuming the best.
This world, she thinks, will either strengthen that belief, or it will crush it.
“Arcturos,” she repeats his name in the light lilt of her voice, and she offers him another smile along with her own introduction. “My name is Allaire.” She longs to ask him what he means by those that could see him wish they could not, and the curiosity sparks in her pale eyes but she knows better than to be so bold. “So you can’t control it?” Is what she asks him instead, daring to take another step closer in the direction of his voice.
She cannot see the way he studies her, but she swears she can feel it. Thinks she can feel invisible eyes as the sweep across her pearlescent skin and along her sheer wings—wings that now are pulled uneasily to her sides, as if they, thin and fragile, could possibly protect her. But despite her apprehension she makes no move to leave. She cannot see him but she desperately wants to believe that he is not malicious; that his invisibility is not being used as a weapon but is instead perhaps a curse.
She is still young and dangerously naive; she does not want to believe the worst in anyone, and defaults to assuming the best.
This world, she thinks, will either strengthen that belief, or it will crush it.
“Arcturos,” she repeats his name in the light lilt of her voice, and she offers him another smile along with her own introduction. “My name is Allaire.” She longs to ask him what he means by those that could see him wish they could not, and the curiosity sparks in her pale eyes but she knows better than to be so bold. “So you can’t control it?” Is what she asks him instead, daring to take another step closer in the direction of his voice.
-- my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now i’m covered in you
allaire.
@arcturos