It was like he had taken up his repose next to a siren on that bench–– her siren song the honeyed words of sunsets and gratitude, beautiful as she. Braxton was lured, like a sailor on her hook, head spinning from the musing just as much as his run. But where sirens promised pain, he had a feeling, residing in his bones, that this girl meant no harm; she probably never had, never would, “Wow,” He half-murmured, half-mouthed when she confessed that it wasn’t even written yet, but off the top of her head, “You know, i
The girl, all porcelain and umber, was looking at him strangely for a moment in a way that made Braxton feel something he wasn’t used to; exposed, raw–– until she confessed why, “… Who, me?” He looked around and behind him in jest, playing dumb, secretly fragmenting under the compliment of his eyes, now the colour of cognac under the setting sun, “I think you’ve got the wrong guy,” But he swelled, then settled, earnest as he inspected her own chocolate orbs, “––So do you.” Hips shifted, his breath was caught, and the arm closest to her, his left, shifted atop the back of the bench in a lazy hang as he turned to face her, properly, “I think ‘quitting’ is a better way of putting it,” Brax laughed softly, licking his lips, “But I’d much rather listen to you. Will you tell me more?”
Alabaster skin brightened to a warm pinkish color as the stranger’s words of esteem tickled her ears, his own evoking a sense of comfort that felt like a day-glo array of orange and yellow waves washing blissfully over the femine’s mind and body. Her brows furrowed as she listened to his remarks of admiration, her eyes lingering over his for a long moment as she took his presence in. There was something Belize couldn’t quite capture as she watched his lips pull into a lazy smile that she couldn’t help but smile in response to. His eyes were the color of a fine-aged whiskey in the golden light of the sunset, now deep orange as time sauntered forward around the two bodies sitting on the park bench. “I don’t know about that.” She replied with a soft voice, shifting her eyes briefly toward the sky as she took in a deep breath, exhaling the clouded memories of her past that tugged on her focus as she resettled her gaze upon the stranger who somehow didn’t feel like a one. His words rang in her head, their penetrating sincerity,in comradery with that smile, causing her heart to swelter. She wasn’t sure why this persons words seemed to confirm for her something she couldn’t seem to find herself-- which was, just maybe, Bel was capable of creating something positive.
His jovial charade was met with a cheerful laugh as she watched his features, his smile as enchanting as his words were benevolent, and almost as charming as his golden brown eyes were looking back into her own. She felt her breath catch as he leaned closer, his position shifting so the two were now face to face; his arm grazing the cardigan draped over her shoulders as it settled on the wooden support behind them- she could just feel the heat from his arm, his body, as she mimicked his movements and shifted her own orientation toward this stranger- his retort luring the subtle pink color back to her cheeks. “Thanks...” His lips were full as his tongue traced their soft curves, Bel’s eyes couldn’t help but follow along, biting her own lip in an unfocused hesitation of his request. “I don’t typically share my thoughts like this.” She explained vaguely, her mind inherently closed to sharing any part of herself with another, especially someone she didn’t know. Though, her heart pulsed at the man’s words and the raw sincerity they were laced in. In a way, she considered, maybe that was better. “I was thinking about how connected the universe is.” She began delicately,“ the atoms that make up your lips… your eyes…came from the same source as the atoms that make up my lips, my fingers…” she toyed with the ruby ring on her right ring finger as she continued. “… which were created from the same source as the atoms that make up that willow tree over there,” she pointed. “and it’s leaves, the veins in the leaves, even the dirt…” her eyes lifted to meet the stranger’s golden gaze again. “We are all part of this whole… the whole. Truly we are just as small and insignificant as each atom that makes up our existence, as much as we are also significant and momentous like them. Every breath we take in, we inhale that collective and exhale our contribution to the universe which created us. We’re all connected. Everything is. Even though it doesn’t always feel that way. Even if it hardly ever feels that way.”
Her amber hues were fixed on his golden ones, her lips offering a vulnerable smile before she waggled her brows in a shy quip to shift focus to lighter content, out of her comfort zone in sharing her thoughts so candidly, she concluded with a ginger “I don’t know.”
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