Oh, it felt like heaven

Itachi Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 10:23 AM

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Perhaps the man should have known better than to scorch her so with the empty intensity of his gaze, but he didn’t know the silenced bird as well as he knew the memory of someone equally special bubbling over with a new-born’s eyes for things the older, indifferent souls choose to oversee once they had seen a wonder more than once. Itachi had no desire to rediscover small wonders of the world, but he had seen hers, and it pleased him to see even a whispered fragment of the beauty she had managed to see through her open eyes. Alas, that time had passed along with the season that had enabled him to craft the crown of flowers that he had never been able to give her. Now the flowers were dead, or dying at best, and there was nothing but the cold shell of a seemingly dying earth, wrapped in increasing frost and unkindness. He didn’t need the sun and its bright rays of warmth, but she did.

Eyes did not seek to wash over the invisible blush behind silver and blush, though he did wonder about this new nature of shyness she seemed to have put on in her long absence. He didn’t disapprove of her changed skin, but one could always wonder if it was more than mere frost that had forced itself into her brittle bones. But he would not dream to ask to soothe his own curiosity. Instead, the gilded prince settled for what he was given, and not more.

Ears adorned with the silky touch of finely spun gold stirred as she shuffled closer to his still form, and for a moment, he did nothing. Being who he was, he couldn’t guess what she wanted from him. As any predator, he was hesitant to make a move that could risk the wide-eyed dove to shy away and escape. The soul beside him was so fragile, so delicate that he found himself at a loss of action. He didn’t know wrong from right. But the warmth was real and soothing, though he hadn’t noticed that he was cold. Perhaps she held the unique ability to touch something beyond skin and bone. It was an unsettling, though beautiful thought.

Pupils were draw to the shyly curved smile that had appeared on her lips, though it didn’t inspire him to mimic it. While he was aware of his differences, he had never sought to fall into the common crowd by copying what he saw in others. Her smile was her own, not his. But his eyes appreciated what they saw, even if she couldn’t see the proof of this. This was his treasure; the precious curve of her lips and the hesitant, yet honest presence in her eyes of summer skies. It was her gifts to him, and with these, she would be able to pay every debt there was.

He didn’t know of the uncertainties within her; he knew only his own and would focus on that struggle. She would be right to fear him, and he couldn’t understand why she didn’t seem to. Her shyness was not the hostile fear he would have expected from someone like her. But pale fingers lifted, after what seemed an eternity, aiming to brush lightly against a bony cheek of split silver and softened maroon, if only she allowed such a bold move. She didn’t have to say anything, and neither did he, but he wished her to know safety in his presence. He didn’t think he could offer her much more than food and shelter, but he wanted to give more than that. But that all came down to greed, he supposed. Desperation had brought her arms to reach for him, more than once, but it wasn’t a given that she would wish for him to do the same.

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