LET ME SHOW YOU
what you've been missing
She is the moon, the stars. Supernovas colliding and stars streaking against inky black.
She is the untamed night that races above, that Cicatrix has longed to touch and grace.
She is... everything that Cicatrix longs for, finds a purpose for. Their heart aches with loneliness at times but in her presence they want to bask in it. Suddenly, there is nothing they want more than to grow closer to her, to learn from her and race the heavens with her on outstretched wings. They have longed for so long that they have forgotten what it feels like to be utterly content and happy.
A breath is taken, thoughts jarred as she speaks to them, and their jaw moves a moment. Nothing slips out, but their head lifts a little more, wings ruffling, feathers shifting and glimmering with their gold accents.
Is this what feeling for someone is? The racing of a heart, the dart of a belly, the sensation as if they've eaten butterflies that they've always admired. The gentle pang of wanting, while knowing they can never have it? But why are they so happy then, basking in her presence. Why do they not mourn the fact they cannot have her?
Perhaps that is what it's like to feel for someone. To admire as if admiring a flower: from afar, without touching and destroying the petals. Allowing it to flourish and being content to see it bloom.
They are addressed and almost startle. Almost. Instead they seem to come back to reality carefully, straightening with pride and gentle grace betrayed by their stature. "Am I not one of them?" They ask, the smile in their voice. A wayward soul, an earthfaring star finally come to land at a place called home.
Cicatrix realizes that they will find their home in Denocte, even without being the lead. They will help build it, help usher those souls into their arms and welcome them to a place they could call home and feel safe.
She is the untamed night that races above, that Cicatrix has longed to touch and grace.
She is... everything that Cicatrix longs for, finds a purpose for. Their heart aches with loneliness at times but in her presence they want to bask in it. Suddenly, there is nothing they want more than to grow closer to her, to learn from her and race the heavens with her on outstretched wings. They have longed for so long that they have forgotten what it feels like to be utterly content and happy.
A breath is taken, thoughts jarred as she speaks to them, and their jaw moves a moment. Nothing slips out, but their head lifts a little more, wings ruffling, feathers shifting and glimmering with their gold accents.
Is this what feeling for someone is? The racing of a heart, the dart of a belly, the sensation as if they've eaten butterflies that they've always admired. The gentle pang of wanting, while knowing they can never have it? But why are they so happy then, basking in her presence. Why do they not mourn the fact they cannot have her?
Perhaps that is what it's like to feel for someone. To admire as if admiring a flower: from afar, without touching and destroying the petals. Allowing it to flourish and being content to see it bloom.
They are addressed and almost startle. Almost. Instead they seem to come back to reality carefully, straightening with pride and gentle grace betrayed by their stature. "Am I not one of them?" They ask, the smile in their voice. A wayward soul, an earthfaring star finally come to land at a place called home.
Cicatrix realizes that they will find their home in Denocte, even without being the lead. They will help build it, help usher those souls into their arms and welcome them to a place they could call home and feel safe.
tagging caligo kind of msfjlskdf
this soft dumb bean has a crush and i am dYING
