{ cover your crystal eyes } // troy
Dec 14, 2015 14:27:14 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Dec 14, 2015 14:27:14 GMT -5
lost in skies of powdered gold
caught in clouds of silver ropes
showered by the empty hopes
as i tumble down, falling fast to the ground
caught in clouds of silver ropes
showered by the empty hopes
as i tumble down, falling fast to the ground
"Don't tell me you're going out today."
Finley glanced over her shoulder at where Flann lurked in the doorway, his broad shoulders resting against one side of the frame while his arms crossed firmly over his chest. Her lips flickered up into a ghost of a smile and she turned back toward the stove, pulling the whistling kettle away from the flame. Her hand hesitated for a moment at the sight of the blue flames licking up freely, but a moment later it grew steady again and she flicked it off. She poured the steaming milk into her favorite mug before stirring in cocoa powder and sugar, waiting for him to leave. He didn't, so she poured a second mug before moving over to where last nights soup was reheating, spooning some out for herself and turning the flame off.
"I'll be fine."
"You'll get sick again."
She gestured vaguely to where her hat and scarf were thrown carelessly onto the kitchen table next to her book. "I'll be fine," she repeated, grabbing two spoons out from the drawer and dropping one into her soup and the other into one of the hot chocolates. Tugging on her coat, she ignored his narrowed gaze as she gathered up her meal onto a tray.
"It's too cold, Fin. Why don't you just stay in today?"
Her shoulders went tense for a moment, breath catching in her throat, and for a moment she swore she saw great black stains spreading like ink over the walls as they began to crumble. She blinked and they were back to normal. "I need the air," she mumbled, and seeing her expression Flann didn't continue alone that line of questioning.
As she pressed one of the mugs of hot chocolate into his palm, he decided on a different tactic. "Why don't you go to the shops in town? The book store? At least it would have heating."
She avoided his gaze as she picked up her tray and nudged her way past him. "The ships are in port today. It'll be too crowded."
She left unspoken words in her wake. Too many people with too many questions. So he let her go. Steam swirled up from the mug and soup, spiraling as silver tendrils onto the frigid air. Some might have looked at the garden and ached for the colors of the flowers, but she thought the frost covered stone and wrought iron fencing had a beauty of their own. She took a deep breath, loving the way her chest loosened a bit. She never felt comfortable inside. Not anymore.
Her favorite spot was a bench just within the hedge. Setting her tray to the side, she curled her legs up against her and propped open her book in her lap. She was reading about somewhere warm and distant, a place with golden dunes of sand and princes adorned in gold and bright silks. It was a comfortable book. Flann never understood that when she tried to explain - that with some books, you could just sink in and feel safe and warm and happy, and the best way to describe it was comfortable - but that was okay. There were many things that Flann didn't understand.
Smiling, she found her page and lost herself, tumbling into a world of golden sunshine and eerie starlight.
cover your crystal eyes
and feel the tones that tremble down your spine
cover your crystal eyes
and let your colours bleed and blend with mine
and feel the tones that tremble down your spine
cover your crystal eyes
and let your colours bleed and blend with mine