photo credit;
owl-eyes @ deviant art
Watching him perform was like watching the sun peeking innocently through heavy clouds, streams of light gliding down from the heavens touching the brazen earth, miraculous. He moves across the stage like water, flowing, strong and sure; the hot lights catching onto the curve of his jaw, shadowing his cheek, life shining through open honest eyes. His words tumble from cherry lips, broken whispers resonating through the almost empty theatre, emotion seeping through his pale skin, fingers twisting through the air, energy raising, the pause in his step, deliberate… natural. She drinks him in hungrily, eyes never drifting from his staggering form, his presence leaping off the stage diving into her soul, clutching onto her heart, winding its way under her skin, dancing in her blood.
end scene
With a wipe to his sweating brow, a grin blossoming on his blank face, expressionless, the character seeping away, he stalks off the stage glancing over his shoulder at the empty space, lights still spilling onto the hardwood floor. He stops at her expression, eyes wide on his approaching form, the fire of her heart flaring up in her chest, “Hello.”
“You were brilliant.” Her voice is hoarse, the days, months,
years of yearning to feel this way crash into her body, catching her off guard. He smiles; a burst of wanting surges to her core.
Want, to know him, to feel him, to learn from him.
He doesn’t understand.
They never do.
The magic settles between them, blazing with love and need and
life.
In a moment it’s gone.
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