the universe is in your bones, the stars in your soul
Just like that, her worry is swept up and away, taken from her easily as she descends into a laughing fit. Her body curls to try and escape the tickling, though her laughter takes longer to fade even after it's stopped. They approach the house and Kamaria larks ahead, bursting and shining, blonde hair bouncing as she goes.
Safrin's encouragement is all it takes. Tiny steps bounce across the porch, hurried and anxious because he must be waiting for her. She's waited her whole life to see him. Not that that's been very long in a literal sense, but to her it's felt like centuries. It's missing something you can't quite understand but that you know belongs to you.
There's no more hesitation as she brings her fist up to tap at the door and then presses her ear to it to listen for him. She wonders what his footsteps sound like, or - gods! - his voice! What does he sound like? Does he look like her? Or wait, it must be the other way around. She looks like him, surely.
Safrin's encouragement is all it takes. Tiny steps bounce across the porch, hurried and anxious because he must be waiting for her. She's waited her whole life to see him. Not that that's been very long in a literal sense, but to her it's felt like centuries. It's missing something you can't quite understand but that you know belongs to you.
There's no more hesitation as she brings her fist up to tap at the door and then presses her ear to it to listen for him. She wonders what his footsteps sound like, or - gods! - his voice! What does he sound like? Does he look like her? Or wait, it must be the other way around. She looks like him, surely.
it's never really the end
Kamaria
