your heart is a wild thing
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
She is soaring, elated, and so blissfully happy that her child's heart is running a race, a whirlwind of emotion so lovely that she cannot process such a thing. But she does not care; no, not in the slightest. Her smile is genuine and no longer a phantom on her velveteen lips. Albeit shy, but with no lack of truth all the same; the winged fae blinks. He is so very real, and stars above does she hope with every fiber of her being, with every chord of her once-broken heart, that he stays. That he is reality; a living dream that crafted from her wishes made to stars and now breathes before her. Flesh and bone and beautiful things.. the colors of twilight clinging to him as Night's shadows love her own skin. Bless Calligo, she begins to realize that maybe, just maybe, he is no longer a figment of her imagination.
A shred of worry has begun to take her root in her heart, through the haze of summer wine still coursing through her veins and the bliss that has her flying. So so high, although her hooves still touch the ground. He is so very close to her now, the water's edge just a breath between them. The soft heat from his skin is lovely in the cooler summer evening; sending a sweet shiver down her spine, down the length of her wings, down to the tip of every feather.
She wonders then what it would feel like to touch his twilight skin; the softness, the warmth there like embers just beneath the beauty in his bay coat. If the silver shot in his mane is truly made of stardust and dreams woven into silk. She wonders so much, and wishes.. and hopes that the stars above can hear her silently, wishing wishing wishing.
Of course..
A sigh of relief ripples through her, and although she did not know it was possible, her smile grows wider still, reaching and lighting the bright blue of her eyes as if they were made of flames. Laughter bubbles in her throat, a musical, bell-like sound as she begins to step forward, to at last close the distance between them.
..but only if you tell me your name.
The fae looks away, suddenly shy, her child's grin drooping for just a moment. Through the thick mist of wine still thick in her blood, through the joy that burst in her and had her holding her breath, she shudders. A sliver of sorrow has her gaze torn away. A name was powerful; such a thing could be wielded as a weapon itself, to cause destruction and pain and agony that could rip apart worlds. Even a heart. She recalled the ache that had torn her own to a beating mess; barely held together with makeshift strings, every beat that kept her alive feeling like a dagger that twisted slowly in her chest. She remembered the holder of that dagger, and his words, but then.. she did not seem to care anymore.
Not when a man made of happiness and dreams itself stood before her; so very real. And oh yes.. he would dance with her beneath Calligo's sea of shimmering stars.
The moment passed, the fae blinked and all at once her gaze was bright and shining blue again, and she was surging forward. Silver beads of water dripped from her legs, and the lowest plumes of her wings as she closed the distance between them, however short it was. They were nearly touching foreheads before she turned to stand at his side, her left wing curled next to her body as she looked at him sidelong. Her soft lips were close to his own, her gaze blinking between what little distance that separated them and his eyes. Oh, how she drowned in his gaze, the depths of brown so deep that she could not help swimming in them. Lost, and bound by the mystery that lay there.
A soft whisper pulled at her, her voice drifting on the breeze. "Aislinn," she breathes, and then she was tugging him, a rush of fireflies bursting through the brush as she moved; a flurry of pixie dust that truly could have them soaring.
@asterion eeeeeep ♡
"Aislinn speech."
