prayed to keep my soul
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here are unspoken words for him inside her chest, and they bloom like flowers in sunlight with rain kissed petals. They are not unpleasant, just as flowers are not, but she keeps them hidden away, her own secret garden that grows for him in the cavity of her chest. Roses thread between her ribs, daisies grow against her sternum, and her spine is lined in lilac. And in her eyes are those so familiar forget-me-nots, what else could they be by the blue of them?He smiles.
She likes the way he smiles.
When he does, it is like the type of sunshine that hums a soft glow that warms her soul as if the rays fold around her little heart in a careful, close embrace. He is a friend, Elli knows this, she does not need for him to tell her. She looks at him, he looks at her. A look that goes back decades, centuries. They are not the first boy and girl to look at each other like that. They will not be the last.
“Nice catch,” she says with a grin and a roll of her small shoulders. The smile that surfaces cannot be tamed or suppressed and there is a quiet glint in her eye to match the curve of her mouth. She likes being called a painter.
She hums quietly in his response and looks up at him with glacial blue eyes. He had gotten taller, much taller, she notes. She thinks too she doesn't mind being small in this moment, not when it is here with him. “You are the perfect subject,” she offers him. “What are you doing out here anyway, aren’t you supposed to be in school?” She asks, not in a way that is suspicious, but hopeful, that maybe someone else prefers the quiet and the grace of the garden as she does.
@Aeneas elliana speaks
elliana
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