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05-11-2013, 04:00 PM
What is this? He speaks, the quiet comfort in his voice a constant against the drone of waves, the sea-tinged air that billows through alert ears, flaring nostrils. He is a constant against the changing waters and the shifting tensions ever-present above our heads; he is beautiful and he acts as an anchor for your weary heart without you even realizing it. He is a taste of salvation and confidence like you have never known; something that you didn't think you would ever need. But now his voice booms within the silence of your head, a beacon within a bleakness that you have always known, you do not think that you want to be without. Your mind lingers on the boy that was always meant to never be yours, as you were always meant to be his, and you feel a tug of something that causes brows to furrow, a multitude of emotion to burst into curious eyes. He speaks your name and you are only vaguely aware of it, the softness that presses against you, rendering you breathless for just a moment. It is hazy and defused, the way he speaks, and your ears ring as the sound resonates and settles. He asks of you what you have to give yet again, and painfully, you rise to meet him, frail in the face of change. Just as you were ever-shifting as the sea, pliable and inconsistent, it had never been your choice, what you would become. And so you blink shyly, finding nothing to hide behind under the intensity of his gaze; writhing, you find nothing but fear. It trickles through you, at first a pinhole within your hummingbird heart, quickly flooding through you until you shiver, muscles tensing with the desire to run. Naked and transient, you feel so suddenly that you are made of glass. 'And what,' you tremble, pale lids flickering over draining eyes. 'What if I should fail?' A moment of weakness, of indulgence into insecurities that you had never been aware of. It is shoved away the moment the docile voice of the girl sounds in the mists again, your attentions drawn to her lingering frame. She claims that war is not for her, and you smile feebly. It hadn't ever been something that you thought was necessary, coming to violent blows of the body. You preferred the mind, something that presented challenge within the novelty of a new opponent. She holds you within the softness of her hands and you willingly stay, your smile growing the longer she cradles you, renewing a sense of belonging, assuredness filling in the gaps of your doubt; she already had you. 'I would like to know the way of the shadows as a wraith, if that is alright with everyone.' An abrupt change, but you settle into yourself easily, proffering a content smile, hoping that she hadn't heard of, noticed, your brief self-doubt. |
