but now we're sleeping at the edge, holding something we don't need
all this delusion in our heads is going to bring us to our knees
She thinks of him, sometimes. The man pulled back from death itself. The man who had torn back the veil and been the first she had met who had crossed that threshold. The fact that her father had done so several times, that her mother could easily traverse the worlds, does not matter to him because there were not him. They did not have the kind of secrets in their eyes that had stoked some dark flame in her heart.
Aurorae did not have such secrets in her, but that did not stop her craving them.
Did not stop her going too far into the shadows, looking for things she should leave alone.
It has been months, perhaps years, since she has seen him face-to-face, although she has seem him from afar—watched him when she was certain that he could not see her. Tonight though, that need to know more is more than she can bear. It spreads in her chest until it feels too tight. Until her throat feels like it is on fire and she can no longer swallow this distance, this forced separation from him.
She pulls the starlight behind her like a flowing cape, the silvery light flowing like a living thing, breathing in rhythm with each step that she takes. There is no hesitation in her steps as she walks up to him, nothing but her typical unapologetic boldness. “Dacian,” her voice is still throaty, seemingly always breathless, and her slanted eyes piercing as they study him with an unabashed hunger.
The last time they had met, she had been young—barely on the cusp of adulthood. This time, she is grown. Her face elegant, the lines clearly of her mother, her legs long and lean. Her tail swishes slowly behind her, the northern lights of them barely brushing the ground as she angles her head to the side.
She takes a breath and then relinquishes the starlight for a moment, letting it hover in the air behind her before she inhales and draws it close—creating a small sanctuary of starlight. She had no intention of him leaving until she had satiated her curiosity of where he had been when she had not been able to watch.
