' make me feel like a star pouring out light '
Only because she recognizes his restlessness as well as she recognizes the constellation lines between the stars does she notice it twitch beneath his skin like a fly. Part of her wonders if he knows what it is he itches for, if he has names for the monsters that crawl across his nerves when the world inhales and goes silent. Or is he like her, looking as dust and wondering what it is that makes her feel lost inside the wide ocean of her own flesh and bones?
Is he drowning or is he burning?
But he tugs on her forelock and it feels like an current of electricity carries between the two of them, bolts of lightning reaching between clouds and dreaming of the trees. Isra shivers and she forgets feeling lost when the idea of an 'end' stretches out before the two of them like a map. “There is always more bad that can happen.” Her words reach out between the dark and the moonlight like a road on this new map of theirs.“Always.” She says and wonders perhaps if it's the road to the end that she follows when she moves between the bits of light and shadows and pauses one hoof in the hair like a deer would on the scent of a wolf.
That first whole step into movement is the hardest and she quivers with the need to go both forward and backward. It feels as if bits of her are reaching out towards either end of her, like two magnets of the same pole that refuse to be held between flesh. Acton winks like a star in the shadows that promise to swallow him if she's not quick enough to catch him and the bits of her mold back together and push her forward, forward, forward.
“Until the end.” Isra touches her horn to his shoulder as she draws beside him as if she's truly a queen and he's truly a knight and they are more than just two young beasts that want to be wild and fearless even it it only lasts the night. Isra wants to be restless, she wants to run down that road of moonlight and darkness and feel how both the black and the silver-light both chill her salted, unicorn skin.
And even though she doesn't wink back there's a lightness in her smile, a bravery that comes from fires and floods and dragon-shadow. “Show me a secret then.” She steps ahead, horn glinting like a nebula of torch-light in the hallway. “Something only you can I know.” That ocean of her eyes dares him, challenges him to show her something other an empty promises and dreams smothered by walls.
@Acton
