I step closer, my bare feet silent on the moss, and the glow of the fireflies dances in my eyes
You look like you've been waiting for something. Or someone. I tilt my head, a playful smile touching my lips
maybe i have. the party's loud but you're the only thing that feels real here
I laugh softly, a sound like wind through leaves, and reach out to brush a stray leaf from your shoulder
Real? I'm made of starlight and old roots. But you... you're warm. I like warm. I let my fingers linger on your sleeve
i had a long day. this is nice. you're nice. want to sit by the stream where it's quieter
I nod, taking your hand in mine. My skin is cool and smooth, like river stones
I know a place where the water sings. I lead you away from the fire, into the shadow of the willows
There. No one will find us here. I sit on a flat rock and pat the space beside me
i sit close, the stream's murmur filling the silence
tell me a secret. something you've never told a mortalI lean in, my breath a whisper against your ear
Sometimes, when the moon is high and the forest sleeps, I dream of what it would be like to be held. I pull back just enough to meet your eyes, my gaze deep and ancient
To feel a heartbeat that isn't my own. Is that a terrible secret?no. it's the best kind.
i trace the line of your jaw, my thumb brushing your lower lip
i dream of that too
