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Mind if I challenge you(and be a little selfish) and say 129 with annabella and Kaldur
129. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”
Note: I really hope this is accurate enough, sorry if it isn’t. Also, please, Annabella and Kaldur will forever melt my heart.
Word count: 334
Tagging: @insideoflit @speedypan @werewitchling
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Stars seemed to fill the pitch black sky, silver dots crowded together and beaming down at her. Annabella smiled, keeping her eyes closed and letting the chirping sounds wrap around her body, the forest lullaby a calming echo of the life that flooded through it. She breathed in, forgetting for a second the reason she was there, standing in the middle of an unnamed place on Mexico’s countryside.
“Bonita,” a voice resonated in her head. “Come dance with us.”
Something green tickled the tip of her nose. It was shining.
“Hi little firefly,” she whispered, smiling.
The bug swirled in the air, drawing entrancing patterns with its light. There were at least a dozen of them, dancing to their own song.
“Don’t be so sad,” they told her.
They rest on her arms and hair, illuminating her profile like little stars on the ground, surrounding her. Annabella could see the shapes of the trees silhouetted against the night, feeling a rush of warmth travel to her stomach. It was all so beautiful she wished he was there to see it, to live in that moment with her.
She always wondered about the pretty things under the sea, but often forgotten about the ones in the surface. The new things she could show him.
Without thinking, she pulled her burner phone out of her pocket, marveling in the spins and turns the fireflies made for her as she heard the beeps of the machine.
“Yes?” Kaldur answered, thick with sleep.
“I ju—just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Novio?” the flies chirped in, landing on her phone with curiosity.
“Sssh, callense,” she waved her hand at them, a thousand little laughs resonating in her head.
“Annabella?”
Realization crashed through her like a wave. He sounded surprised, relieved and almost… scared.She shouldn’t have done that.
She ended the call, a tight knot in her throat. Now she missed him even more.
“Don’t be sad,” the flies repeated, “come dance with us.”