09-20-2018, 03:35 PM
The absences in this room
don’t sleep. Like gods,
they walk through rooms
unnoticed.
- - - -
Her mother always said that with the stars above we are never alone, never alone.
So why do we feel lonely?
She does not turn when she senses his presence. She can hear the grass parting as he moves through it, and then she see the dark shape of him in her periphery. He comes closer and closer, but she remains motionless until he speaks. "You are from the times before..." The crickets, aware of a new audience, hush at the sound of his smooth, toneless voice. North's first reaction is surprised pleasure. She wonders how he had known. "Do I look so old?" Her tone is shy but playful. We're told the word for that is coy, but coy is a word for women who want something.
North is not coy. She is simply hiding a fire inside of herself. It is silver and it is hungry.
She inclines her head to look at the stranger, a small but wild smile on her lips. He is built not so dissimilar to herself, although taller (but most everyone is taller). Perhaps they share distant relatives, some arabian who lived in the time before the time before. What was her name?
But when North meets his eyes (when not veiled by the darkness of night and the shine of the moon, are they as deep dark blue as they look now? What about his skin?) she holds his gaze for only a moment before looking away. She does not know what else he might see in her, and she is not eager to give all her secrets, all her stories, away in a single, long glance. It is an act at once shy and defensive-- she cannot let him see her bruised emotion, her regret. Some wounds heal better in the dark.
She doesn't know that he does not need to look in her eyes to read her mind.
"Raed?" She tests her name on her tongue. She's always been fond of names you can exhale in a single syllable, names the wind can sing. If you listen now you can hear it now, whispered through the tall grass- Raed Raed Raed.
"I'm North." This, too, the wind sings tenderly-
North
North
North
When the breeze suddenly dies down it is just the two strangers and the moonlit space between them. Still she doesn't look at him except from the corner of her dark brown eyes. "Where did you live? Before."
- - - - -
N O R T H
don’t sleep. Like gods,
they walk through rooms
unnoticed.
- - - -
Her mother always said that with the stars above we are never alone, never alone.
So why do we feel lonely?
She does not turn when she senses his presence. She can hear the grass parting as he moves through it, and then she see the dark shape of him in her periphery. He comes closer and closer, but she remains motionless until he speaks. "You are from the times before..." The crickets, aware of a new audience, hush at the sound of his smooth, toneless voice. North's first reaction is surprised pleasure. She wonders how he had known. "Do I look so old?" Her tone is shy but playful. We're told the word for that is coy, but coy is a word for women who want something.
North is not coy. She is simply hiding a fire inside of herself. It is silver and it is hungry.
She inclines her head to look at the stranger, a small but wild smile on her lips. He is built not so dissimilar to herself, although taller (but most everyone is taller). Perhaps they share distant relatives, some arabian who lived in the time before the time before. What was her name?
But when North meets his eyes (when not veiled by the darkness of night and the shine of the moon, are they as deep dark blue as they look now? What about his skin?) she holds his gaze for only a moment before looking away. She does not know what else he might see in her, and she is not eager to give all her secrets, all her stories, away in a single, long glance. It is an act at once shy and defensive-- she cannot let him see her bruised emotion, her regret. Some wounds heal better in the dark.
She doesn't know that he does not need to look in her eyes to read her mind.
"Raed?" She tests her name on her tongue. She's always been fond of names you can exhale in a single syllable, names the wind can sing. If you listen now you can hear it now, whispered through the tall grass- Raed Raed Raed.
"I'm North." This, too, the wind sings tenderly-
North
North
North
When the breeze suddenly dies down it is just the two strangers and the moonlit space between them. Still she doesn't look at him except from the corner of her dark brown eyes. "Where did you live? Before."
- - - - -
N O R T H
@Raed
hi. never want to <3