06-30-2020, 08:35 AM
“Are you positive you’re not?” the dreamweaver questioned.
The bright blue sky that encompassed them began to darken, and a million sparkling stars slowly burned through the vale of night, revealing their brilliance to the pair of on-lookers. Galaxies shimmered as the last of lingering clouds pulled away, and orbs of color and their wispy rings spun lazily about them, as if they were the center of the universe.
“The heavens seem to think you are.”
When she turns to look at him, wanting to see what curious reaction his face would give away, her chest tightens. A memory of a different dream - chaotic and beautiful - makes her lighthearted joy crumble and an ache of dread pulls her lips into a shallow frown. Would this night have the same ending?
But Elio had already given her more of a connection than Firen had, evident in the boyish smile that had lit up his golden face. There was hope here, she thinks. And she smiles again when her turbulent gray eyes look to him, “You should try to move them.”
“Just a who,” Catcher replies quietly, brushing her whiskered lips across the curve of his shoulder, hoping the gesture was enough to prove her real. “My name’s Catcher. Are your dreams always so enrapturing?”
CATCHER
caught in the afterglow
@[Elio]
