your heart is a wild thing
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
Aislinn.
His mouth forming her name and breathing it to life like the careful exhale of starting a slow-burning fire had her heart beating, mad and thundering. So so loud, and almost violent against the curved bones of her rib cage. She nearly feared that he could hear it — could hear the evidence of her nervousness and happiness. A trapped canary in the cage of her chest; oxygen hitched in her lungs as she collectively held her breath. A stranger of twilight and a prince that walked out of her dreams he was; sending her emotions heavensward, and she was elated. Floating, flying. Every nerve in her ebony body shocked with the electricity of lightning. His voice touching every syllable of her true name like a whisper that only they and the fireflies glowing around them as their witness.
And oh, did she want to dance with him in Calligo's gathering, beautiful darkness.
Her heartbeat quickened, her hooves featherlight on the soft earth, sweetgrass tickling her damp legs and her underbelly. She is happier than a child; innocent and lovely, seeing all of the joy in the world.. and that joy is him. Twilight and daydreams and burning stars woven into the silver of his mane and the colors of dusk brushing the cool darkness of his skin. His eyes a swimming galaxy — a portal to another world — that she becomes lost in, more and more with every stolen glance with her gaze of shining blue gems. Together, they are the moon and stars, flirting with shadows as they spin together and dance in the dark. Golden fireflies floating around them like glowing lights; pixie dust suspended in the air as they whirl, their bodies warm underneath the summer blanket of night.
Not another moment does he come into her mind; his voice, his haunting words, no longer shattering through her thoughts or the shredded pieces of her beating heart. For now, she is preoccupied, the glass shards of her soul slowly smoldering, burning, and becoming glued with strings the color of the paint kissing his skin — silver and blue and the barest touch of evening rose.
Suddenly they have stopped, but the world still spins around them; a globe of blurs and muted colors. Smoke and shadows and the sea of stars shimmering high above them. Her eyes do not fall on the stars above her, but on the ivory star marking the prince's crown. Beautiful and brighter than any star that blessed her skies, or marked the curve of her delicate neck in white ink. She focuses on his star, willing for the world to right itself, as she becomes hyper aware of their closeness, their proximity. So near, they could share breath; heat rising from the ebony of her skin. With careful blinks, Aislinn's gaze meets his own — bright blue flames falling into the depths of obsidian eyes so dark, she wonders if he, too, has been blessed by the demi-goddess of the endless Night.
May I?
His words are a promise, a whisper, a question. Before an answer touched her lips, his mouth brushed against the soft spot behind her ear. Behind the tuft of her silver hair tucked there, where a tattooed star lay hidden. So so gentle, so kind. A gasp is caught in her throat, and her eyes widen, surprised. But not unwanted.. for she craves the feeling of his touch. A beauty and desire coursing through her blood, thicker than the summer wine laced through her veins. Her breathing trembles, and she does not think of the gypsy king whom she had tumbled helplessly for, or the promise of his kiss on the wounded part of her wing. She does not think of her near confession, or the ache that bled her raw.
No.. she can only focus on the nerves behind her ear, where his lips touched the heat of her skin, and the sweet nothings that lay there now. Her thoughts are entirely of him, and the feeling of her heart suddenly beating with a steady rhythm; no longer sending shocks of agony and regret through her bones. He, a knight in shining armor, who had begun to shed light through the most chained, darkest parts of her broken soul. He, who danced with her under an expanse of starry skies and indigo. He, who stood before her, a dream made man. A walking testimony of a wish come true.
She did not want this dream to end. Not ever.
"Will I see you again?" she asks, breathless and blinking towards the prince that has stolen her heart, her soul, and gifted her with happiness and clouds made of spun sugar. She is sure of it now.. more than ever.
She is falling. Blissfully, wondrously falling.
@asterion -squeals- ♡
"Aislinn speech."
