Can we Kiss the Stars // Diorite x Lightning {blitz}

A sea of night, patterned with bodies of the heavens. Waves roll over each other heavily but not in turmoil, I'm allowed to lay still in the liquid firmament instead of being forced away from shore and

engulfed

in darkness.

(But I'm not satisfied.)

I'm not satisfied, but my volcanic soul is kept at bay.

If only it could be marked with petals of peace as it sits in silence underneath the stars as well.

This is all I have until I fight my way back home from the depths of crimson, or, much more likely,

the last day I possess in dreams and in reality is spent.

That doesn't mean I'm not appreciative, however. Everyday it is the same: after belief I've done enough for the day in the training room is reached, I escape to the rooftop as the sun goes down to let the lava cool, to think.

To breathe,

even for just a little while.

From one to hundreds more before my very eyes, the sky of suns that emerges after the day ends is a welcoming and relaxing sight.

"Diorite, District One. The Fray girl, I bet the Capitol won't be able to pull their eyes off of you."

I'm truly not the only one who likes to bathe in the stars, however.

Everyday it is the same: once I reach the floor, I am greeted by another who shares this same interest as me. I immediately look upon him, light hair and light skin like Atlas Lumiere but his eyes are a color which reflects the light above us so beautifully.

"Do me a favor though and remember to share the spotlight now and then okay super star."

My body

twitches,

this time as a response of discomfort at the words instead of as a habit for everything my life has meant as of now--but he does not make me uncomfortable.

To avoid giving the wrong idea, a soft rose smile

blooms

across my cheeks and I just shake my head.

"It is not an audience I seek, but the ability to just breathe," I state coolly, names surfing through the galactic sea inside a dreamer's mind as I try to remember his. "...Lightning O'Hana." The smile widens upon retrieving it. "But feel free to share them with me anytime you wish."

"Care to sit?"

A bit of hesitance, but I nod my head as my own gaze glitters with wonder asides from the lit-up azure.

"Gladly."

So I do, and I join another tribute with calendars of death across our hearts and spots of white amongst black across our minds.

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