let us play a game
Drabble for Chaer~ ♥
Verde (tonitrovireo ) x Fon (bladelikewind ) - hide and seek
~ * ~
Like how a gesture follows a thought, how silk rustles or glasses glint or when the lofty breeze carries the scent of chemicals, it is a passing thought and an unanswered question. Sometimes, it is as if there is no end to this chase. If this is even a chase at all.
It is because she walks like a gliding apparition, graceful and silent and untouchable, he fears to reach out to touch her, and when she passes by and her presence lingers, her warmth, her sharp smile and that dark hair and even darker eyes, it is as if he is holding the ungraspable, and it is in his shaking fists. He is careful though, always careful never to cling too tightly, for something like her - so alien, so beautiful, so fragile - may inevitably fall apart, the sharp, jagged pieces cutting and painful and slinking away from his grasp, and so he hides and revels in the comfort of what he already has.
It is not because his eyes watch her, his fingers twitch to touch her that it bothers her. What does is that he never acts, never approaches -- he is silent yet foreboding like the sound and scent and feel before an impending storm, and she senses him, but unlike the flow of nature she reads and understands and dances with, she does not understand him. It is alien, the way he stammers and averts his gaze, the way he tries to smile and the way his fingertips touch her arm. She does not understand why he runs away when she reaches for him, does not understand how he denies his desire. It is inhuman. She isn't used to it. She is confused by it, and so she hides and revels in the comfort of not knowing.
That is why when she approaches and he quails, he reaches out and she doesn't understand, it is curious, how they can play hide and seek when neither seeks and both hide.
~ fin ~
Verde (tonitrovireo ) x Fon (bladelikewind ) - hide and seek
~ * ~
Like how a gesture follows a thought, how silk rustles or glasses glint or when the lofty breeze carries the scent of chemicals, it is a passing thought and an unanswered question. Sometimes, it is as if there is no end to this chase. If this is even a chase at all.
It is because she walks like a gliding apparition, graceful and silent and untouchable, he fears to reach out to touch her, and when she passes by and her presence lingers, her warmth, her sharp smile and that dark hair and even darker eyes, it is as if he is holding the ungraspable, and it is in his shaking fists. He is careful though, always careful never to cling too tightly, for something like her - so alien, so beautiful, so fragile - may inevitably fall apart, the sharp, jagged pieces cutting and painful and slinking away from his grasp, and so he hides and revels in the comfort of what he already has.
It is not because his eyes watch her, his fingers twitch to touch her that it bothers her. What does is that he never acts, never approaches -- he is silent yet foreboding like the sound and scent and feel before an impending storm, and she senses him, but unlike the flow of nature she reads and understands and dances with, she does not understand him. It is alien, the way he stammers and averts his gaze, the way he tries to smile and the way his fingertips touch her arm. She does not understand why he runs away when she reaches for him, does not understand how he denies his desire. It is inhuman. She isn't used to it. She is confused by it, and so she hides and revels in the comfort of not knowing.
That is why when she approaches and he quails, he reaches out and she doesn't understand, it is curious, how they can play hide and seek when neither seeks and both hide.
~ fin ~