steady as a preacher, free as a weed…
--couldn‘t wait to get goin‘ but wasn‘t quite ready to leave
And just like that, the fire is out.
Where once there had been an open flame there is now only the smoldering remnants. A fire is only as good as the fuel that feeds it, and she is not enough. There is not enough of her to sustain the flames that threaten to consume him. She could see his need for it in the lines of his face, in the sharp angles of his shoulders. He needed gasoline, and she was only rain water.
As the constellations spin away from her, she reaches out for just one more taste. Perhaps just one more will be enough to sustain me, she thinks. But instead of the bitterness that she’d come to associate with stardust, comes the far more mundane tastes of her world. Lilac and jasmine, sweet clover and pear blossoms. They were beautiful in their own right, but they were not comparable. They didn’t lay heavy on her tongue, nor did they pull at her heartstrings. They were too simple, to easy…
Nothing now would ever be comparable to stardust.
She feels the breath being pulled from her lungs and inwardly she gasps. It takes only moments and she is standing in the swaying grass, frowning at the way it lovingly caressed the soft fur of her underbelly. Here she was awkward and young again. Here her eyes couldn’t catch the starlight. “You lied…” she hissed into his mind, her eyes meeting his with defiance. Her own mind was humming with static and her frown deepened. Though she couldn’t read his mind, she was susceptible to the anger that poured through his veins like poison. “Why do you run?” she asked, her childish face softening ever so softly. She fought the urge to taste the silver of his skin again- she was only a child here in her own world. Children did not taste the silver skin of magic men, nor should they even have the notion to do so. But she does because she has before. “I don’t care about the burning; I welcome it. I want to run, I want to taste the world.” she said, forcing her voice into every corner of his mind. It is much a challenge as it is anything. He can’t possibly ignore her this time. There could be repercussions, but she didn’t care. She had given up caring for worldly things when she’d seen the stars up close.
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