sunlight wound tenderly against the curls of her hair , fractions of light caught & reflected / as if some holy homage to angels , a halo threaded through the broken rays of gold ( unseen wings tucked neatly beneath your dress , an angel caught only in the bright lights —- an illusion seen only by those who cared to look towards heaven ) the daylight waned gently behind her , an aura of warmth caught in the supple paleness of her skin ( and in her head , lovely things played —- melodies and dancers , lovers sat beneath moonlight , the sound of a song made just for her ; inspired by the beating of her heart ) inside her head there were always such lovely things , such visions ; fair jean , always daydreaming , always with your head in the clouds , always yearning for such love
❝ roses , they’re my favorite . ❞ her eyes met his , mischief combating his curiosity / laughter pouring from her lips in the same way that music came from the songbird’s throat , ❝ you looked like you wanted to ask , i thought i would just tell you —- save you the nervousness of it all . ❞ her fingertips traced idly against the curve of crimson petals , her blush the same hue as the tender buds hiding beneath the blossomed flowers ; a certain distant warmth in her eyes , she looked at the roses as if they were an old friend —- or a family member that she had not seen in a long time , something familiar and comforting to her soul
how bright she is , how she burns ! he , too , burns ; something harsh from within the confines of his concave chest , wanting , needing . flames lick cruelly throughout his very soul . was he to know no rest ?
❝ i see , ❞ mouth purses , hands wrung . ah , and she laughs ! like the tinkling of bells , a chime which he intends to hold onto for as long as he can manage . perhaps he could provoke more from the slender column of her throat .
❝ it is no wonder you favor them . beautiful things are drawn to one another , after all . ❞ his tongue bitten , harshly . he mustn’t say such things . not to her . not to anyone .
even still , he musters what little bravado he can . with a bravery he does not feel , erik remarks , ❝ i find myself partial to them as well . ❞ lips remain parted , as if he were to speak more , but he quickly stops himself in favor of propriety .
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