11-12-2020, 12:33 AM
how do you fall in love
harder than a bullet could hit you
how do we fall apart
faster than a hairpin trigger
harder than a bullet could hit you
how do we fall apart
faster than a hairpin trigger
She is most at home in the dark, and rarely does she peel herself away from it.
With a cloak of black pulled over her she is able to blend seamlessly with the shadows that the trees cast; long and dark stretching across the carpet of dirt and pine needles, crawling away from the sun that sinks lower in the sky. The shadows that shift and churn around her hide the brilliant gold and vibrant white that makes up her coloring, lending her the camouflage needed to watch without being seen.
She was a curious creature by nature, but even more than that, she was patient.
With eyes hidden by the rolling curtain of black that spilled like ink across her face, she could watch and wait, endlessly patient until someone she deemed worth her time happened by. There was no telling what may catch her eye; sometimes something as simple as a flash of color or the sparkle of glitter, other times something a little more intricate, like strange wings or the way hidden magic seemed to hum beneath their skin.
They were all fascinating in their own right, even if they didn’t appear as such on the surface. And Radiance wanted nothing more than to figure out what made them tick.
In a matter of steps, she sheds the shadows, both her own and the ones naturally crafted by the light and the trees. Like black smoke ushered away by the winds her shadows fade, leaving behind the gold and white and the edging of black that keeps the two colors from ever touching. She looks out across the snowdrifts with the subtle haughtiness of an adolescent that thinks she understands how the world works, and without the ability to truly comprehend that this was merely the beginning.
With a cloak of black pulled over her she is able to blend seamlessly with the shadows that the trees cast; long and dark stretching across the carpet of dirt and pine needles, crawling away from the sun that sinks lower in the sky. The shadows that shift and churn around her hide the brilliant gold and vibrant white that makes up her coloring, lending her the camouflage needed to watch without being seen.
She was a curious creature by nature, but even more than that, she was patient.
With eyes hidden by the rolling curtain of black that spilled like ink across her face, she could watch and wait, endlessly patient until someone she deemed worth her time happened by. There was no telling what may catch her eye; sometimes something as simple as a flash of color or the sparkle of glitter, other times something a little more intricate, like strange wings or the way hidden magic seemed to hum beneath their skin.
They were all fascinating in their own right, even if they didn’t appear as such on the surface. And Radiance wanted nothing more than to figure out what made them tick.
In a matter of steps, she sheds the shadows, both her own and the ones naturally crafted by the light and the trees. Like black smoke ushered away by the winds her shadows fade, leaving behind the gold and white and the edging of black that keeps the two colors from ever touching. She looks out across the snowdrifts with the subtle haughtiness of an adolescent that thinks she understands how the world works, and without the ability to truly comprehend that this was merely the beginning.
radiance
