something kissed by the wild
and loved by lightning
and loved by lightning
There are many ways in which Leonidas and his sister are identical and there are many ways in which they are so very different. Smiles are one such thing. They are, upon leonidas’ lips, as frequent as the flowers of a meadow - and just as bright. Yet upon Aster’s lips they are a rare phenomena, enough that when one comes, even Leonidas’ lips drop to study this new curve of her lips. But the boy may not yet have recognised how his sister does not smile for many (or maybe any) but him. Yet the way his eyes linger upon her upturned mouth is enough to show he has become subconsciously aware.
Yet when his sister stops, becoming as still as the sun at their birth, Leonidas also ceases from his game. His eyes draw across the familair lines of his sister’s face (each one he can draw within his mind, each inch of her he knows as well as himself). Then he follows the line of her sight to where a mare steps out from the small house they had been playing in front of.
If Leonidas was not a boy, with boyish things upon his mind, he might have noticed how beautiful the mare’s little house was. Its wild vines crawl across its facade, and gypsy patterns are intricately carved into the wood. From an open window a sheer curtain drifts lazily in the breeze. The bough of a tree casts an emerald shade over the roof and it is as if the swamp is but a background made for the little house to sit within.
But Leo notices none of these things, but the woman who stands like the moon beyond her front door. The sunboy smiles but his smile fades when she asks what they had been up to. Discreetly he opens his mouth discarding the flower he had between his teeth. “Nuthin’” He murmurs guiltily as his sister asks if she was a witch. Aster’s question was better - if a little predictable. His ivory sister relished the strangeness of witches and slowly Leonidas steps closer to his sister, until their shoulder’s touch and they stand as one.
“Can you do magic?” the boy asks warily, for the last time he met a girl as silver as she within a wood, she tried to take his fort and threw stones at him. Were all beautiful girls so rude?
@Aster @Corrdelia
