10-14-2024, 12:12 AM
yes i know that love is like ghosts,
few have seen it but everybody talks —
few have seen it but everybody talks —
There is a small smile in response to his surprised question, averting her gaze as a sudden flush of embarrassment rushes to her cheeks. She isn’t sure why — there is no shame in admitting that she had looked upon his face and thought that he seemed friendly enough to approach, is there? Perhaps she is just so clumsy in her approach and conversation that she had created an awkwardness where it would not have otherwise existed.
“You did. I mean, you do seem like good company,” she amends at the end of her sentence. She hopes that he will not ask her why she thinks that, so that she does not have to say because you’re alive. Somehow that seemed insulting, and also, it was not entirely true. Although him being alive had been what first drew her eye, it was the fact that he had at least seemed approachable that had encouraged her forward.
“Ruhr,” she repeats his name, liking the simplicity of it and the way it felt in her mouth. He mentions the moon, and eager to grasp onto anything that is not herself or her ghosts or her thoughts, she asks him, “does the moon send you things often?”
“You did. I mean, you do seem like good company,” she amends at the end of her sentence. She hopes that he will not ask her why she thinks that, so that she does not have to say because you’re alive. Somehow that seemed insulting, and also, it was not entirely true. Although him being alive had been what first drew her eye, it was the fact that he had at least seemed approachable that had encouraged her forward.
“Ruhr,” she repeats his name, liking the simplicity of it and the way it felt in her mouth. He mentions the moon, and eager to grasp onto anything that is not herself or her ghosts or her thoughts, she asks him, “does the moon send you things often?”
Narya
— spirits follow everywhere i go,
they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
@
Ruhr