11-12-2015, 12:34 AM
She had often dreamed about the stars.
When others were sleeping she watched them, entranced by the way they flickered and faded into nothingness. She was envious of them, envious of their careless existence. The stars had nothing to fear, not even death. A stars death was a beautiful thing, not like the slow decent into it that she would eventually succumb to. Beneath the night sky she felt insignificant and small, but it did not stop her from watching them. She would visit them to if given the chance.
She feels his nose meet her cheek, and in that moment the earth is gone. It was as if he had scooped it up from beneath her feet. There is a sense of weightlessness, and for a moment she is afraid to open her eyes. Fear was such a foreign thing to her though that it does not take her long to hide it beneath amazement. Their surroundings have taken on a velveteen quality, and she is surprised she can’t reach out and feel the blackness. It seems to heavy and full that she pushes her nose forward just in case. But above all are stars; she is so close that they warm her skin just as the sun had earlier. The starlight seems to caress her, moving along the shapely curves of a woman where once had been the sharp angles of a foal. She turns to him, and she is sure her eyes are aglow.
“Elektrum.” she says, and even within her head her voice seems breathless. Who wouldn’t be, after being scattered amongst the stars? She moves closer to him, though she has no clear reason for doing so. This was everything she had ever wanted- to go beyond the borders of her home, to reach out and touch the sky. “This was as far as I could go. And you? Do you call the stars your home?” she asks, her eyes meeting his with a fierceness she‘d never known. Every part of her is on fire, ablaze with the impossible possibilities before her.
When others were sleeping she watched them, entranced by the way they flickered and faded into nothingness. She was envious of them, envious of their careless existence. The stars had nothing to fear, not even death. A stars death was a beautiful thing, not like the slow decent into it that she would eventually succumb to. Beneath the night sky she felt insignificant and small, but it did not stop her from watching them. She would visit them to if given the chance.
She feels his nose meet her cheek, and in that moment the earth is gone. It was as if he had scooped it up from beneath her feet. There is a sense of weightlessness, and for a moment she is afraid to open her eyes. Fear was such a foreign thing to her though that it does not take her long to hide it beneath amazement. Their surroundings have taken on a velveteen quality, and she is surprised she can’t reach out and feel the blackness. It seems to heavy and full that she pushes her nose forward just in case. But above all are stars; she is so close that they warm her skin just as the sun had earlier. The starlight seems to caress her, moving along the shapely curves of a woman where once had been the sharp angles of a foal. She turns to him, and she is sure her eyes are aglow.
“Elektrum.” she says, and even within her head her voice seems breathless. Who wouldn’t be, after being scattered amongst the stars? She moves closer to him, though she has no clear reason for doing so. This was everything she had ever wanted- to go beyond the borders of her home, to reach out and touch the sky. “This was as far as I could go. And you? Do you call the stars your home?” she asks, her eyes meeting his with a fierceness she‘d never known. Every part of her is on fire, ablaze with the impossible possibilities before her.