oia
You find your eyes drawn to his fingers, watching as they tap against his knee. The sound is percussive given the skin on skin, and you are suddenly overwhelmed by it. You note every minute change in tempo; in your mind you see the beats stretching out as if on a road. Every time the implicit metronome you’ve created is changed, the road blurs and changes. It’s distracting in a way most people don’t understand. You notice the way even slight changes in where his fingers find his skin changes the sound. How, as his fingers repeat the motion and his muscles grow more loose, how the movement of his fingers change. Often you’re criticized for not being able to focus, but honestly, how can you, with how loud and interesting the world is?
Tilting your head slightly, eyes unfocused on his fingers still, you force yourself to pull away. To swim towards the sound of his voice the way Kai has taught you. ”....yes.” You say, your distraction obvious. When you draw your eyes up to his, you find it hard to keep them there. You want to watch his fingers more. “Twins, just like they are.” You add.
“Alright. Most people do not like talking to me.” You ammend, more than happy to update your language. “I am not sure that I know how I am, in an objective sense. Nor whether such a thing exists. I think how someone is is how they are perceived. The unimportant parts rely on others.” Beauty, humour, being tolerable. All relied on the perceptions and approval of others and largely fell into the category of things you don’t care about.
You don’t notice Loren’s face. Even if you did, you’d likely not pick up on the transformative power of his smile and how it turned him from an awkward nearly naked man on a bridge into a face some might call handsome; you have eyes only for Astra. You press your face against her fur, breathing in her scent and delighting in the sensory experience of her.
“Many dragons have dark magic. And the creatures that live in the swamps too. Places where it is dark and cold and they are often found. So instead of becoming small and dark themselves so as not to be seen, they learned to glow. To shine brightly and repel, instead of hide.”
Tilting your head slightly, eyes unfocused on his fingers still, you force yourself to pull away. To swim towards the sound of his voice the way Kai has taught you. ”....yes.” You say, your distraction obvious. When you draw your eyes up to his, you find it hard to keep them there. You want to watch his fingers more. “Twins, just like they are.” You add.
“Alright. Most people do not like talking to me.” You ammend, more than happy to update your language. “I am not sure that I know how I am, in an objective sense. Nor whether such a thing exists. I think how someone is is how they are perceived. The unimportant parts rely on others.” Beauty, humour, being tolerable. All relied on the perceptions and approval of others and largely fell into the category of things you don’t care about.
You don’t notice Loren’s face. Even if you did, you’d likely not pick up on the transformative power of his smile and how it turned him from an awkward nearly naked man on a bridge into a face some might call handsome; you have eyes only for Astra. You press your face against her fur, breathing in her scent and delighting in the sensory experience of her.
“Many dragons have dark magic. And the creatures that live in the swamps too. Places where it is dark and cold and they are often found. So instead of becoming small and dark themselves so as not to be seen, they learned to glow. To shine brightly and repel, instead of hide.”
of course it's exhausting, having to reason all
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
