your heart is a wild thing
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
The stars shimmered and whispered sweet nothings in her ear as the winged fae dipped her nose in the water playfully, blinking rapidly as she watched the silver waves rippling across the surface. With the tendrils of her mind — however uncontrolled they may be — she plucked a lavender blossom from the shore; and with a soft smile she tucked the bloom behind her ear. Her laughter was a musical, chiming sound that matched the song of the cicadas humming in the overhanging trees, and the night breeze that tousled her mane of starlight. Bliss hummed in her veins, like spun sugar coursing through her blood; the high of dancing and wine loosening all tension from her muscles, her body, her mind. She was elated, intoxicated by the beauty of moonbeams and the glow of fireflies fluttering around her like golden pixie dust. Her thoughts were empty save for her emotions — completely unaware that she was no longer alone — until suddenly, the fae turned to step out of the lake's silver waters.
Her enchanted revelry momentarily broken, the fae's wings drooped, her eyes blinking bright blue flames as her vision adjusted to accompany the stranger who now occupied her waking dream. Oxygen hitched in her lungs, burning like the harshness of sand paper. For at a first glance, through the growing darkness of Calligo's shadows, it appeared that he was here; had followed her from the gathering of celebrators that only answered to one king. Her heart slammed madly against her rib cage, until with each new blink, her mind saw the picture of the stranger clearer. Through the glow of fireflies and moonlight, the winged fae could finally see; the just off-kilter of an alabaster star, the glimmer of silver and rose and blue on his dark coat. Within moments she had realized this, her smile returning full-force as her happiness flooded through her bloodstream like a new sip of summer wine. She stepped forward, almost without even knowing she did, as if drawn to this new stranger like a moth to a flame.
As she neared him, stopping just shy of the water's edge before stepping onto dry land, her head tilted to the side as she blinked. One blink. Two. Three. With each one, the sight of him was clearer, no longer muddled by the mist of shadows and smoke. And she was sure of it; the shimmer of colors and silver shot through his mane. He was twilight-made-man; an entity of daydreams and wishes woven into flesh and bone and lovely things. Warmth rushes to her cheeks, and she suddenly wonders that if her coat had been the color of moondust if he could see the blush of rose there.. but no, instead, she is night-blessed and cobalt and a true daughter of Calligo. She diverts her gaze — just for a moment, embarrassed by this new rush of feelings — and the coins and feathers at her throat jingle at the movement. Her courage returns, however, as it always does, as her gaze of blue becomes brave enough to meet his of deepest brown.
"I swear.. have we met before?"
@asterion ♡
"Aislinn speech."
