Re: Haven / Friday: After the Train
Darkened eyes (in color, not mood) peered through the dusky light to look at the woman, looking over and up several inches from where their shorter form stood. They felt very unmagical in the moment, watching the way the space around them responded to the woman, shifting with what seemed to be her slightest thought. It may not have been the result that she'd planned, but if that result had been the wide, grand ballroom, Haven preferred the actual results.
"No," came their reply. They couldn't remember the last time they'd spent any period in the green of nature's wilderness. Had there ever been a time? They remembered towns and cities and the expanse of asphalt ribbons linking between. But the green above made it almost easier to breathe, and it seemed that she did belong in the nature. The one that had created them from seemingly nothing. It fit, like puzzle pieces that were otherwise too blank to match up, like a faded gradient blue of cloudless sky.
It felt good to lace fingers together. And it felt good to be looked at and seen. And it felt good to smile at the beautiful woman next to her. And it felt good... it felt good...
She laughed as the woman tugged her around the trees, husky and rusty, like it was startled at its own sound. The air was chilled enough to thrill at the back of her throat, and it cut easily past the thin material of the button-up shirt she'd worn to work earlier in the day. But somewhere between then and now, the rest of her outfit had changed, accommodating for the shifting soul and body that she'd been just moments before. Her laughter faded, replaced by spinning confusion and a stumble over an exposed tree root.
"Wait..." Confusion and the hard pound of frightened heart as she tugged back on the hand of her companion.