He spoke like poetry. The way his sentences were constructed, and the order of the words he used.. She hadn't heard that before, especially not from the people she's known. Perhaps he wasn't a human. The thought sent her thoughts into a wave of curiosity that licked at the inside of her brain like the dancing flames from a wild fire. If he wasn't human, what could he be? The thought bounced around in her head as she listened to him speak about the letters his author had written to a young poet. You must have true talent for simple letters to become as intriguing and treasured as the rest of his works. "Like poetry in prose." She added. "Like in the Great Gatsby. There's just something about the rhythm and use of the words that tie it all together, like in a song." It was certain that she wasn't the most eloquent of speakers, but she knew a thing or two about poetry.
"What was the poem called you were reading earlier?" She asked as she pulled her fin up to rest on the rock, letting the night air wrap around the scales that would soon become two lean legs. She was thankful then especially for his jacket that would cover her skin. Thinking back on the poem, she recited what she could remember of it in a soft voice, "How shall I hold my soul that it may not be touching yours?" She reveled in the implications of that sentence. "It seems.." It took a moment of considering before she landed on the right emotion, and even then it didn't seem good enough. "sad."
She focused on what she remembered of the poem. "There's so much longing in it. Like he's not sure how to live without her. It's like, they make complement each other the way a good song does. All the instruments play in perfect time with each other. The strings and the wind instruments flow together, following the notes of the piano." Her head turns, drying pink hair falling over her shoulder as she looked at him. "And the part about not knowing the violinist is playing them, and who writes their story. Makes you wonder what kind of ending fate has for them." She smiled, realized her babbling and blushed.
Her eyes turned down to the water just below and focused on the small ripples. "Sorry. Sometimes I get a little carried away when it comes to love and music." She shrugged her shoulders, but her apology still hung there. Most guys didn't really like a girl that went on about feelings, especially love. She'd learned that the hard way. Too many had simply turned their back on her and walked away when she mentioned it at all. One would think a girl with such a bad history when it came to the opposite sex would at least attempt to stay away. That was the last thing she planned on doing, however. Instead, she chased after it. The idea of falling in love was intoxicating to her. To be utterly entranced and wrapped up in another life that wanted you just as much held such endless possibilities. It was like finding the perfect song. One that led you on an adventure of melody, taking you through an endless journey of emotion.
And passion. Definitely passion, she thought as she watched him strip out of his jeans. He had an excellent form, one that she believed he should be proud of. Every part of him seemed to have been perfectly carved together, put in place by an artist working on his finest sculpture. Her teeth lightly touched down on her full bottom lip, biting it gently as she watched him with shining admiration written across her face. It took everything she had not to move closer to him so she could feel his skin, and run her fingers along the definition of his body. With her quickened pulse pounding in her ears, she didn't at least hear that he was invited to Alden. It took a moment for her to realize and when she did, a simply clearing of her throat seemed to fill the space of silence she'd left. "It's a shame I didn't meet you sooner, then you wouldn't have had to fall in the water to get my attention." She said playfully.