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The soft music of the trees whispered through my fine hair, gently dragging it over my shoulder as I stood among the trees with my arms flung wide to the world. Waiting. Watching with closed eyes as around me the forest murmured its secrets through the leaves and sent its dreams flashing down with the beams of yellow sunlight. Ruffles slipped around my legs, spiraling down past my knees and hitching down low from where my collar bone heaved with every breath. Bare arms spread to the trees, embracing them and hoping patiently that my wait would bring fortune to me. Bare toes dug into the warm earth, feeling the twirling of slender roots from the plants that surrounded my being. Louder and louder came the great music of nature, pulling and pushing me as I stayed firmly where I was.
He hadn't come quite yet. But I could feel him, hurrying, knowing that I waited with a loving heart for him to sweep away with his tender hands. The dance was here for him. All he had to do was stretch out his arms and twine them round my body and carry me through the trees as the music grew and hummed for us, supporting our feet through the air.
The eyes that returned my gaze were only a dull human color, but they were beautiful. His hair brushed across his forehead in damp tendrils from marching through the forest, and a light sprinkle of dew was laid like diamonds over his clothes. Against my spirit-like, diaphanous skin, his was rough and tan and dark, but it blended beautifully with the rugged appearance of the forest. His nose had the peeling of a sunburn. His lips were dry and cracked. Even in his eyes I saw the tiredness of his body. But he had come all this way. And I had lead him here with a promise. One I intended to keep.
It wasn't a rustling, but rather the whispering sound of air hissing between teeth that alerted me. I did not open my eyes, but I turned slowly, lowering my arms towards the direction. And I smiled. The music grew as undergrowth was pushed aside, adding new instruments to the growing orchestra of the world. His face appeared gradually from the green, the smile returned as if through a mirror of shadows. It was a kind one, a one full of love and caring that I could feel without even opening the heavy lids that hid my eyes. Ever so lightly he placed his hands around my waist, pulling me forward with a start so my toes tumbled forward onto his sturdy hiking boots. Finally my lashes fluttered up against my face, revealing the bright gold eyes that he had been searching for.
Softly I whispered to him, placing my silk-strewn arms around his neck and allowing him to sweep us around the clearing, swaying to the rhythm of the music the trees and plants had composed for us. He laughed as we danced, holding me tightly but not so tight that the fragile spiderweb-thin wings on my back were to be harmed or flattened. His smile warmed every fiber through my slender body. I melted into his muscled arms, the music around us growing in volume and harmonies.
The dance went on and on, longer than I had intended at first. He twirled me and held me and occasionally pulled me in a bit too close, dipping me back as he placed small kisses on my snow white lips. Not once yet had I smiled back at him, but he didn't seem to care. He just kept laughing and dancing to the Earth. To the powerful music my mother had pitched perfectly just for us.
Behind the thick trunks my sisters laughed their bell-like laughs and pointed fingers more bony than the thinnest branches and twigs above my head. They mocked me, and my grip tightened the arm of the boy. Still he did not notice. He was happy here with me, even if I didn't show my happiness back. But truly, I was happy here in his pulsing human arms. The beat in my chest was slow and silent, the sign that one day, I would never die. But some day, he would. He would leave me. He would no longer come to me to dance away the day giving me kisses and love like I was the bane of his existence, and nothing would ever tear him from me. But the bones of death are never escaped by humans. Only spirits live forever. I wouldn't have much time left with this precious boy. And that saddened me.
But for his sake I leaned into the dance, ignoring the mocking of my siblings. I only listened the words of my mother as she spoke through the leaves that were transparent with light that shone through the veined green. She spoke only to my heart. My ears did not hear. But within my chest I could feel her. Beating my heart. Spreading warmth through my limbs. And finally, to the boy, I smiled dearly.
I would not be there for him forever. And he would not live forever. But for now, I loved him. And I never wanted our dance to end.
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This is incredibly short. And I hope it fits ok with the prompt. But it was nice to just get this out when I'm stuck in this damn writer's block. You know, life really sucks when you have writer's block AND artist's block. What the fuck are you supposed to do then?
Anyways. These characters have no names. But they're still mine. So please ask me if you want to draw them. Thanksies!
Entry for Writer's Challenge group (idk how to get the group icon. Any help plz??)
Anyways. These characters have no names. But they're still mine. So please ask me if you want to draw them. Thanksies!
Entry for Writer's Challenge group (idk how to get the group icon. Any help plz??)
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