04-09-2023, 09:03 PM
Because happiness throws a shower of sparks
He steps into the light and kicks the air clean out of her chest.
She goes absolutely still, trembling in the way that deer do, stricken.
(Not with fear, no. Not with fear because he is smiling at her, he is asking her name in a voice dripping with sweetness.
It is awe instead. Wonder. She has never seen anything that has bore even a passing resemblance to the wondrous creature standing in front of her.)
She sucks in a sharp breath, leveling her soft gaze with his face. (After appraising the planets suspended in the air around him, the planets that seem to belong to him.) And she scrambles for a smile, too. It is a beaming thing, unbridled.
She takes a step toward him. (Is this because she is drawn to him literally or simply figuratively?) She tilts her antlered head, catching her want to reach out and touch him between her teeth so as to keep from reaching for him.
“Dear,” she murmurs, lending it absolutely no thought. It is an automatic response.
She is entranced.
“What is your name?” She asks this insistently, as if this is the thing that really matters. Her name is of little consequence because she is of little consequence. How could a small, spotted thing matter at all when there is someone like this out in the world?
“Where did you come from?” she asks after a beat, mesmerized.
She goes absolutely still, trembling in the way that deer do, stricken.
(Not with fear, no. Not with fear because he is smiling at her, he is asking her name in a voice dripping with sweetness.
It is awe instead. Wonder. She has never seen anything that has bore even a passing resemblance to the wondrous creature standing in front of her.)
She sucks in a sharp breath, leveling her soft gaze with his face. (After appraising the planets suspended in the air around him, the planets that seem to belong to him.) And she scrambles for a smile, too. It is a beaming thing, unbridled.
She takes a step toward him. (Is this because she is drawn to him literally or simply figuratively?) She tilts her antlered head, catching her want to reach out and touch him between her teeth so as to keep from reaching for him.
“Dear,” she murmurs, lending it absolutely no thought. It is an automatic response.
She is entranced.
“What is your name?” She asks this insistently, as if this is the thing that really matters. Her name is of little consequence because she is of little consequence. How could a small, spotted thing matter at all when there is someone like this out in the world?
“Where did you come from?” she asks after a beat, mesmerized.
@daedalus