HURRIED IS THE BEAT OF HER HEART ! a quickened pace ---- the thrum in her chest so familiar ( like the beating of bird’s wings , like a lover’s footsteps as they rush towards the dawn ) for how breathless can she be , the air in her lungs is stolen by the sounds of music ; colors like the rising sun washing over pale skin ( for the way she is filled with such radiant light ---- each note another stroke of orange , a rush of red , a kiss of yellow against her closed eyes / her fingertips twitch , yearning to have it fill her like a wineskin . to fill her & fill her until she is bursting & pours out melodies in return ) laura , for a moment , is forgetful of who she is ---- a miserable bride , ushered to paris at the behest of a beast with a twisted grin . oh , how you clench your jaw & purse your lips lady glyde ! how you hold back such cruel words , the venom that you could throw in his face ---- and yet you don’t , for you are a patient & tender thing , and your cruelty is no more than the politeness of a disgruntled doe startled by hunters ( and you know how men are , dear thing . you know that your husband is the devil , that he is a hunter & you are a prize to mount . you know he would only drink your poison like a wine & pour it back down your own throat )
but just as quickly , stolen , as if by a thief ---- her joy vanishes . and the colors fade back to darkness & gray as her eyes search the milling crowd around them [ shouldn’t we get going ? says her dull companion , who was no more than a sitter to tie a leash around her throat at percival’s demand . no , says laura stubbornly , i want to see the dancers ] she can feel the annoyance drug against her skin , angrily , the way marian would dig her nails into laura’s arm when she was being foolish ❛❛ hello -- ! ❜❜ her voice is a sudden strike from thought , fingertips reaching gently towards a pale angel that threatened to pass her by ❛❛ you were on stage tonight , weren’t you ? i recognize your spirit you . ❜❜
@asoprano