@lcvelj: ❝ do you think the moon gets lonely? ❞
♚ -------------------- MAGNOLIA CASTILLO prompt ( no longer accepting )
THE BLUE VELVET sky beyond the window’s glass had invited the query with its otherworldly beauty, the lustre of the full moon vying for an audience even amidst a sea of coruscating stars. a trek across a multitude of universes had been a requisite for their tryst but the destination was well worth the cost. messages scribed by auras in the all-encompassing abyss could only gratify their yearning to a point, less of a substitute and more of an aperitif to the proverbial main course; a whetted appetite could only endure so much temptation.
the quality of time spent in-person was nothing short of exquisite, as was the fruition of the perennial suspense.
from the darkness that had befallen her room had the entity taken shape to join her at the bedroom window, sleeved arms slow to embrace her from behind so as not to startle her while shadows disrobed him of their obstructive veil. the initial fervour of their reunion had simmered into a comfortable warmth, not unlike how the gem in her necklace had dulled in their close proximity. characteristic ringing hid within the medley of noises outside, the walls breathing around them and the stifled melody of white noise. when she was with him, the being’s campaign against his human counterpart was adjourned until the itch manifested again. the exact moment in which they were brought together again was committed to memory -- the first touch, the first breath, and the first kiss. no instance was wholly the same and as lips bestowed a chaste kiss to the back of her neck, all felt impossibly still once more.
❝ all great and precious things can get lonely at times. ❞ the quote’s recital was married with a smooth timbre, a near whisper that was further accentuated by layers of dreamy echoes. each disembodied voice represented one possibility out of an infinite quantity, ripped asunder from their respective place in time and space for the sake of theatrics. it was a testament to his presence, a tribute to her and his obdurate resolution to reunite with her over and over again. ❝ after all, it can only admire the sun from afar ---- or perhaps it’s content as it is, in the company of the stars. ❞
pale fingers were slow to climb along the centre of her torso as the other upheld their hold, taking care to enjoy the journey before the eventual destination. the pad of his thumb mindfully brushed over the jewel’s lusterless surface, the gesture lending itself to a proposal which could quell her curiosity with an apodictic truth. their current reality succumbed to a shimmer and for a moment, the edges of the window and the watercolour sky seamlessly blended together. they could walk into the unknown hand-in-hand, experience all that the universe had to offer and seize opportunities that weren’t presented to the average human. she with the necklace, she could follow him where she once couldn’t, even a reality where the moon itself was personified. for now, they had all the time in the world to revel in the privilege of each other’s existence.
WHERE DOES LOVE GO ?
( WHEREVER YOU ARE. )
❝ should we ask it in-person ? i imagine that visitors, in all their scarcity, must be quite the luxury. ❞
