and bury it before it buries me
He says his touch lingers too long, and Elena believes it is not long enough. If she could curl into him, to let her body rest against his own, she would still say they were not close enough, that there still existed too much space between them. It is selfish of her to want him, when another day (with a sun instead of the moon) she longed to touch another boy (a boy made of shadows, but still a by, a different boy) upon this cliff. Yes, it is selfish to want him, but she wants him all the same.
Why is he so much easier to touch than Tenebrae? He is warm beneath her touch instead of cold, he feels like comfort, like compassion, like trust. She wants to pull him apart and study him. She wants to understand the threads that compose him, the threads that draw him up. So that she can give him whatever he is made of, and so that she might learn to be a little bit like him. There is a smile on her lips now, a lightness she feels now that he is near her again, and she reaches for him, to press her mouth of his cool neck, a smile he will feel by the curve of her lips.
They cant stay like this forever, there is urgency and Elena pulls away all too soon. Too soon, it is always too soon, with every boy that has touched her, it has never been enough. Why should it be any different now?
“Where do we need to go?” She asks him. “Do you know who it is?” She asks. Elena could not hear the voice herself, it was a mystery, and she can only look to the man for answers he may not have. The stars have an answer. Did not Orani tell Elena that very same thing, that they always had an answer, but whether or not they were willing to tell you it was another matter entirely. Her gaze follows his own. She would go anywhere he would lead her, because she knows it would never be astray.
Tenebrae had led her into shadows.
Azrael leads her into starlight.
(Perhaps, at the heart of it all, they were one in the name. For was the sun not a star itself? How easily we forget.)
Elena remains close to him. It all felt too familiar, but with the ocean beside them instead of mountains. She doesn't know where the go, for all her exploring of this seaside home, Elena is still so unsure of where her feet are placed. As a fog rolls in, the star man moves closer to her and Elena welcomes his nearness, his presence an eternal source of calm for the sunshine girl.
The stars cannot shine here.
What sort of place must it be if starlight cannot touch it?
He questions what this place is and Elena has no answer to give to him. His next words make heat burn in her face as those silver blue eyes turn away from him. “Not the way it does you,” she offers him. The man made of stars and space and beauty. She could only dream to be as bright as him when the sun sets, but Elena was made of sunshine and sunflowers. A girl of the summer. She moves to his side then. “Now, where do we go next? Do you still hear her?”
Why is he so much easier to touch than Tenebrae? He is warm beneath her touch instead of cold, he feels like comfort, like compassion, like trust. She wants to pull him apart and study him. She wants to understand the threads that compose him, the threads that draw him up. So that she can give him whatever he is made of, and so that she might learn to be a little bit like him. There is a smile on her lips now, a lightness she feels now that he is near her again, and she reaches for him, to press her mouth of his cool neck, a smile he will feel by the curve of her lips.
They cant stay like this forever, there is urgency and Elena pulls away all too soon. Too soon, it is always too soon, with every boy that has touched her, it has never been enough. Why should it be any different now?
“Where do we need to go?” She asks him. “Do you know who it is?” She asks. Elena could not hear the voice herself, it was a mystery, and she can only look to the man for answers he may not have. The stars have an answer. Did not Orani tell Elena that very same thing, that they always had an answer, but whether or not they were willing to tell you it was another matter entirely. Her gaze follows his own. She would go anywhere he would lead her, because she knows it would never be astray.
Tenebrae had led her into shadows.
Azrael leads her into starlight.
(Perhaps, at the heart of it all, they were one in the name. For was the sun not a star itself? How easily we forget.)
Elena remains close to him. It all felt too familiar, but with the ocean beside them instead of mountains. She doesn't know where the go, for all her exploring of this seaside home, Elena is still so unsure of where her feet are placed. As a fog rolls in, the star man moves closer to her and Elena welcomes his nearness, his presence an eternal source of calm for the sunshine girl.
The stars cannot shine here.
What sort of place must it be if starlight cannot touch it?
He questions what this place is and Elena has no answer to give to him. His next words make heat burn in her face as those silver blue eyes turn away from him. “Not the way it does you,” she offers him. The man made of stars and space and beauty. She could only dream to be as bright as him when the sun sets, but Elena was made of sunshine and sunflowers. A girl of the summer. She moves to his side then. “Now, where do we go next? Do you still hear her?”
so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me
@Azrael <3
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let's light this house on fire
we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
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