@scrtilegii said : ' it is so strange... ' offered in yearning-burdened sigh. ' I am not required to use my powers in order to be able to properly bond with you. you make me laugh so easily. if anything, it is I who is at loss. ' you are my only genuine experience, spoken but implied nonetheless. and, perhaps, part of her is tempted to bewitch him if only to know he won't ever leave her side. that, however, she does not, she does not permit this longing to become a smothering. ( you know who akahsvsvd )

      ⸻       rhinestones   twinkle   ,   reminiscent   of   the   stars   that   streak   the   night   sky.   a   canvas   stitched   to   blanket   the   residents   among   the   golden   hour   ,   selected   as   the   perfect   backdrop   for   the   utopian   world   orchestrated   under   the   hands   of   those   blessed   by   xipe.   shoulders   —   belonging   to   an   otherwise   obstinate   practitioner   —   settle   following   a   seemingly   sacred   profession   ,   grounding   himself   to   the   foundation   of   their   labour.   where   robin   sacrifices   her   wings   too   ,   in   order   to   anchor   herself   to   the   world   that   the   soles   of   veritas’   sandals   touch.

  where   knowledge   should   have   met   a   barricade   ,   to   not   be   breached   further   than   merely   ingesting   the   offerings   of   penacony   ,   it   has   undoubtedly   evolved   into   a   sensation   akin   to   growing   fond   of.   perhaps   not   for   halovians   in   general   ,   but   —

  ❝   i   have   several   safeguards   should   you   ever   feel   compelled   to   test   my   susceptibility.   ❞   despite   the   matter   —   of   —   factly   claim   ,   there   is   the   faintest   etch   of   a   smile   upon   his   countenance   ,   as   if   it   were   a   fiendish   challenge   towards   the   seraphim.   ❝   though   ,   i   will   confess   ,   it   is   not   often   that   i   am   the   source   of   someone’s   laughter.   ❞   pondering   ,   he   ruminates   on   the   admission   ,   recalling   what   may   have   tempted   the   bubble   of   amusement   to   emerge   from   the   singer.

  eyes   stream   ,   tracking   to   the   awaiting   stage   ,   set   to   broadcast   the   star   by   his   side.   ❝   how   daunting   it   must   be   ,   to   endure   an   audience   as   immense   as   penacony   and   its   visitors.   ❞   with   a   hum   ,   they   reroute   to   their   previous   destination   ,   landing   on   the   ethereal   performer.   yet   ,   here   ,   an   inch   away   from   him   ,   she   is   free   from   the   shackles   of   stardom.   free   from   the   limelight   that   sears   her   ,   placed   at   the   centre   of   attention   to   be   displayed   as   an   exhibition   for   all   to   admire   and   awe.

  where   the   façade   would   cast   over   a   superlative   face   ,   to   appease   the   world.

  ❝   from   here   ,   it   appears   so   small.   ❞