Trekori
i'm freezing, it's not winter yet
but my fingers and toes
are shivering beneath these sheets
and i feel so alone
i don't want to die, i want to sleep
I'm too distracted by the adorable creatures to notice the way she stiffens and looks as my wing brushes her side, but then again she relaxes back into the touch too quickly for me to notice anyway. Our touch is comfortable, or at least, it is for me, and that's saying something: besides my mother, and sometimes my father when mother is away, I haven't touched anyone.
Well, her now.. But I like it.
"They are so cute," I agree emphatically, grinning (an awkward expression on my usually somber face) as our eyes meet, the energy in hers only encouraging the same in mine. I listen raptly at her explanation of the creatures, studying her pretty, youthful face as she does. Perhaps I had been too quick to judge her, before, when we had been surrounded by ash.
It does still look good on her, though.
"Well that makes sense, sea squirrels is a good name, they look silly like squirrels so it suits them." I feel silly rambling as much as I am, too used to being the quiet onlooker instead of the boy standing next to the girl with too much life, too much vitality. But I can't help myself, drawn into her, buzzing on cloud nine now that my barriers are lowered.
"Wow. I'm glad we don't have to worry about floating away at night like they do. But I do like the idea of getting to sleep next to someone who cares about you so much that they never want to lose you." I am blushing suddenly, the whites of my cheeks rosy and hot. I glance away, sheepish, completely fumbling with nothing to grab on to. "I -- yeah..."
