08-20-2017, 08:38 PM
tangerine
face to the sun
The Supernova.
Her eyes flutter open to reveal his starlight reflected back to him in the glowing amber of her eyes. A chill passes through her, her blood runs cool on the insides of her legs. She takes a deep breath to steady the quaking she hopes he can not see.
She had never heard his name, she knew nothing of his relation to Beqanna and the way he had sculpted her through the ages, but she knew him. Tang knew a god stood before her. But there was something more to him, he was not all god, he was also man.
She can see the want of flesh, unabashed, on his face he can hear it in each syllable of her name. She does not flatter herself to think she he yearns for her specifically, no she does not flatter herself when this stranger speaks her name. But something in her changes as she gazes into the soft spiraling galaxy upon his brow and she can not seem to remember any mortal she has ever known before.
She steps closer to him, her nostrils flaring to take in the scent of the heavens. "Yes, I am Tang." What does one say to a fallen super nova? Whatever your mouth spits out before you can even think if it the right thing to say or not "I dreamed about you." She dares to smile as the words leave her pale lips, as her heart hammers in her chest. "and you gave me something."
She thinks of the starlight which had filled her, she thinks of her future child, and she does not know if she should feel exhilarated or afraid.