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Just a little thing that ladyfriend prompted me to write.
She began to see why people were exiled to deserts in all the stories.
Thirst wasn't the problem so much as being surrounded by so much sand, the kind that got into everything and made her already heavy body feel even heavier. The only relief came from the night, when the sky wasn't blocked by the glare of the sun and she could just stare up into it, more clear than she'd ever imagined in the city.
I don't see why you don't just fly.
It was also in the stories, the voice of temptation and strife. It was as smooth as she imaged, but much more feminine than she would have expected.
"Because it's not real. What happened before, that was just some falling."
The air stirred next to her, as if someone were air-kissing and laughing next to her cheek.
That's because you relied on a machine. All of your people have the potential to fly on your own, but you pretend like it's impossible.
"I've gone made with thirst and sand. You're not real, so please be quiet so I can use the night-time to find an oasis."
The breath moved between her shoulder blades and almost felt like solid lips this time. Warm in the cool night radiated out from that point.
Because you're my favorite, I'm going to work around your stubborn insistence on ignorance.
The wings were so natural that she almost was unaware of them if not for the feather that trailed down in front of her face.
Now go.
The sky was always so much more of a home anyway.
She began to see why people were exiled to deserts in all the stories.
Thirst wasn't the problem so much as being surrounded by so much sand, the kind that got into everything and made her already heavy body feel even heavier. The only relief came from the night, when the sky wasn't blocked by the glare of the sun and she could just stare up into it, more clear than she'd ever imagined in the city.
I don't see why you don't just fly.
It was also in the stories, the voice of temptation and strife. It was as smooth as she imaged, but much more feminine than she would have expected.
"Because it's not real. What happened before, that was just some falling."
The air stirred next to her, as if someone were air-kissing and laughing next to her cheek.
That's because you relied on a machine. All of your people have the potential to fly on your own, but you pretend like it's impossible.
"I've gone made with thirst and sand. You're not real, so please be quiet so I can use the night-time to find an oasis."
The breath moved between her shoulder blades and almost felt like solid lips this time. Warm in the cool night radiated out from that point.
Because you're my favorite, I'm going to work around your stubborn insistence on ignorance.
The wings were so natural that she almost was unaware of them if not for the feather that trailed down in front of her face.
Now go.
The sky was always so much more of a home anyway.
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