I paid the price and own the scars
why did we climb to fall so far ?
As the world begins to turn she finds herself admiring the way he shines even now, the way the darkness suits him moreso than the light, the way the stars glitter in his eyes to match the faint twinkling in the skies, the way that she relaxes ever so slightly at the hint of a smile on his face. It is a handsome one that comes about, something slow, something soft, and she mirrors it with a rewarding smile of her own. All feminine wiles as she looks to the ground, a glance given from beneath lashes much like his own, and then the grin grows ever so slightly. Moira would not say there is a physical attraction there, but something sweet and calming instead, as though his presence were a salve to a rash she never knew was itching just along her slender throat - hidden in plain sight. She wants to paint him, etch his likeness into murals, upon canvas, strewn through the heavens with him as a northern star; she wants to paint him, longs for it like a dying man their last cup of water. But Moira's notebook is gone, her paints left home, her pencils likely in the dust with Estelle's lack of care even if she never really means to lose what Moira finds most dear.
Muscles languidly ripple beneath chocolate, the rich mud that provides for their food coming to life as he bows with all the grace of one of her clan. Pleasant surprise flows over her features and a delighted gasp slips past sanguine lips, as her name dances from his tongue her head tilts: she's still waiting. Quickly her ears flick forward, catching the wind that brings his name to her in those rich tones that keep her rooted here. "Charmed, I'm sure," she manages at last, taking in the Dusk court. It's nothing like the calm waters she knows, or the sloping mountains who hold you in their vicelike grip unless you are clever or wise enough to escape, nor is it like the prairie with hills galore and people to gather and be merry upon. So far, this court is much more harsh with ragged peaks and rough waters that throw themselves upon the base of the cliffs, but the people, if Asterion is any indication, are just as charming as in the Night Court - and serene.
A quietude permeates the ever moving breeze once more wraps around the pair, pulling ebony locks from their braids and buns to fly and dance and tickle her neck just so. When she turns to readjust, the Phoenix woman catches the easing of his smile, the gentling of his stance until he is him and she is her. Walls crumble just so, walls she keeps so carefully in place. But when you are strangers it is so easy to pretend to be something you are not, or show something you are, for what are the chances she will see him again? Pursing her mouth even as she sucks on her cheek in thought, Moira glances to the tempestuous waves once more. "Did your wishes fall, Asterion, or did they fly?" Unanswered questions are cautiously left open as she mulls over her response still. However, emphasizing final words, her wings twitch, stretching towards the star-studded heavens in a glorious display of fire and light as she steps nearer the edges, face upturned in rapturous bliss, only to curl once more by her sides all too soon.
Her wings are useless.
"Adventure, silence" Moira breathes at last, a girlish smile now presents itself, lighting up their night just as his soothes her soul. "Although, your company is quite welcome." Rectifying any misunderstandings immediately, she turns to watch the birds play, seeing as they dive and cavort with one another above the water as he does. White streams into blue until it's all a blur so far below they could be ants - she could be flying. If she dwells on it, she knows she could be left breathless, and what an embarrassing display that would be. Measured steps bring her back to his side, away from the chances of falling, falling, falling and plummeting to her death.
we made our love out of stacks of cards
@Asterion <3 (i really like these two. and i love your writing !!)
