And yet, where I come from, we are no sooner to believe in magic.
[ the young woman's hair dances like flames in this light, glittering and glowing, luminescent. a part of him, like some distant wish, wonders what might happen, should he gather too close. and yet, is that not the beauty of all that burns? ]
Perhaps it is here, in this forest.
[ anthony casts a glance above them again, watching the way the world there twinkles, as stars fallen from their heavens. a palm presses to the tree, steadying himself as to avoid falling victim to the forest floor.
he looks to her again, to the flower between her fingers. ]
Or, perhaps this is merely a product of my own exhaustion and none of this is real.
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[ the young woman's hair dances like flames in this light, glittering and glowing, luminescent. a part of him, like some distant wish, wonders what might happen, should he gather too close. and yet, is that not the beauty of all that burns? ]
Perhaps it is here, in this forest.
[ anthony casts a glance above them again, watching the way the world there twinkles, as stars fallen from their heavens. a palm presses to the tree, steadying himself as to avoid falling victim to the forest floor.
he looks to her again, to the flower between her fingers. ]
Or, perhaps this is merely a product of my own exhaustion and none of this is real.