WEAVER
she was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
They curl together, beginning to drift into that place that comes before sleep. Something like a dream, where the sharpness of reality begins to go a little hazy. His heartbeats keep time for her, a steady rhythm thundering in his chest. Her eyelashes brush his chest. The fire crackles softly in the background, kept dim but not out, because no matter how warm he was, they would freeze without it. She won’t budge on that point, but then again, she is the Halovian.
”Mmmm,” she agrees, the sound lazy, an equally lazy smile creasing her lips against his chest. ”I don’t doubt we would have crossed paths somehow.” Her voice is a smoky drawl, something amused in it. He was right, they would have crossed paths one way or another, but it could have gone very differently. ”I would prefer to be on the same side as you, though maybe that always would have been the case. We seem to believe in similar things.” They seem to stand for similar causes, which is to say, for the things that many would turn their noses at.
”Mmmm,” she agrees, the sound lazy, an equally lazy smile creasing her lips against his chest. ”I don’t doubt we would have crossed paths somehow.” Her voice is a smoky drawl, something amused in it. He was right, they would have crossed paths one way or another, but it could have gone very differently. ”I would prefer to be on the same side as you, though maybe that always would have been the case. We seem to believe in similar things.” They seem to stand for similar causes, which is to say, for the things that many would turn their noses at.
something to be admired from a distance
