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Monday, August 22, 2005
another part to short story
.” She took a step away from me then, and I thought she was going to scream or laugh. She just looked at me differently, and I suddenly felt myself being molded by her contemplation. The air on my skin was chill instead of sterling, because I could feel it, just as I could feel the grains of earth between my toes. I became human for her eyes. “You look like a fairy,” she said.
“Why?” I asked.
“The wings,” she said, squinting at me. “And your skin is … I don’t know, but you’re too pretty to be real.”
“I’m not used to this,” I said. “This form is what you make of me. I’m not usually human, or winged or any of it.”
“So this is a dream then, and you’re only what I want to see? It makes sense,” she breathed out one long, relieved breath. “I was worried for a second. I really don’t want to go crazy.”
“Nor do I,” I laughed. “I don’t speak with humans, not even in their dreams.” I peered at her through my lengthy eyelashes, knowing that no human could transform me with her gaze unless I wanted it as much as she. “If this is a dream, then I haven’t dreamed in such a long long time.”
She stared at me. “It doesn’t feel like a dream, though, and that’s odd.” She chuckled under her breath, avoiding my gaze. Her human face was not particularly striking to me, what with its odd proportions. The way she stood, though, with her hip tilted, arms folded over her ribs, accented her shape, and it was very feminine. “You’re starting at me,” she said.
“I am.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful in my moonlight. Not many humans can look so elegant in these shades of pearled gray.” I shivered. “Are you cold?”
“A little,” she tugged at her shirt, trying to make it cover her hips. I noticed that my garments were also not so conservative. My arms and most of my chest were bare, covered by a dark swath of material that clung to me like the moonlight. “So exactly who are you again?”
“I don’t think I can explain,” I said.
“You can try,” she said. She did look cold, or maybe she was hugging her self for a sense of safety.
“I won’t harm you … I … I only wanted to watch you,” I said. I stepped across the ground to touch her, but she jerked back.
“Watch me? Why?” Her words held many accusations.
“Because you love the moonlight, like me. You see the way it changes things, the way it scatters illusion and lights up the world with truth. You see … me… you truly see.” My eyes captivated her eyes, and her eyes beguiled mine. The view hypnotized us both. She bit her bottom lip, and I smiled. She smiled back, and my world was illuminated by something so much greater than moonlight.
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