midnight dreams; polaris&rosie

I got this old crow on my shoulder
the evil idol is a curious fight
even angels can get caught in the end
with their halos 'round their ankles

Skies and the earth met in one place: the horizon, and only Atlas himself had even seen it happen. She stared at the night, a product of creation. A mass of bones and skin and nerve endings and a pulse. Human; entirely so. She would decay some day, and that was a thought that haunted her and comforted her all at once from within its quiet existence in the back of her mind. She would die some day.

It was a fact of life.

She wondered if her sisters would bury her in the garden, too. Something about it seemed familiar in a nostalgic way. At least she would remain close to them all of the time, and at least the hydrangeas would flourish.

She retired to her bed, book in her lap, hair hiding rounded features and tired eyes. Mable was probably already asleep, if she was home. If she wasn't home, she was making sure someone else was sleeping safe. It was an odd sort of feeling, knowing that her sisters were saviors, but that they were never around to save her, should she ever need it. It was a good thing, though. She wanted them to trust her. She wanted them to know she was capable enough to—

Her window opened, and from it, a fallen star crashed into her room.

"Miss me?" he said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed in his typical bad boy disposition.

"Miss you?" she asked smugly, setting her book down, "I've been watching the stars every night, Polaris." Finger tips pressed themselves against one another.

"Yes," she admitted seconds later, "I guess I did. Did you miss me?" She patted the bed next to her, smiling warmly at him. She chose to ignore the smell of cigarette smoke that accompanied him, but chose to focus on the pine scent that had been there before as well.

"You know, I do actually have a front door."