With Valentines Day this week, I thought I would share a fun little romance type story. I hope you enjoy it!
Today’s Prompt: His soul was of the night sky, the darkest ebony with specks of light.
She watched him move through the night. They told her to avoid him at all costs. They said he was evil… She couldn’t believe that. As long as she could remember he was there… a source of inspiration and beauty to her. She longed for him, but was always too afraid to ever approach him. He was too perfect, no matter what they say.
Quietly she followed him into the darkness. For a few moments at least she could pretend that they were together. In the dark, stars shining brightly overhead anything was possible. A twig snapping behind her made her gasp as she spun to see what was there, and it was him. Towering over her, perfect and beautiful.
“Why do you follow me, lass?” His voice velvet, a perfect match to the night. Shivers rolled down her spine, and she let her eyes slid shut enjoying the moment.
Opening her eyes, she found herself falling into his. The chocolate color melted into the darkness. His soul was of the night sky, the darkest ebony with specks of light. His soul more than visible to one such as she, one with the powers of knowing the truth of those around her. The specks of light like the stars twinkling above, all the sweeter for the darkness. Her soul, the perfect counterpart. A melody of shining light and inky black, swirling. Together they were a vortex of a perfect yin and yang.
“I… I… I’m sorry” she can’t help tripping over her words. What can she say, that he was just so perfect, she wanted to feel a part of his world just this once. “I know you are not what everyone says. You are not what you think. They just can’t see the beauty that lives so deep in you. I see it. I know it to be true and I just…” she looks away, hair falling around her, a shield.
He says nothing, just stands there waiting, patiently. That very light burning bright like the sun in that moment. She peeks up at him, eyes catching and holding. The storm that swirls between them a physical force pulling them together. Looking fully into his face as they move together, his hand spanning her waist and pulling her close.
“It’s just… we were meant to be.” She whispers quietly in to the night, an admission. “I tried to give you options, by not getting too close.”
“I have always been close. It is just your fear that has stopped you. I always knew where you were. Waiting. Ever waiting for you to make a choice.” The velvet voice raises goosebumps across her neck.
“I… you… Are you sure I am what you want?” Her eyes dart back down as she prepares for the rebuff. Not wanting to keep him trapped.
“You, mo rúnsearc… are all I have ever wanted. I just know what I am and never wanted to put you in a position to be an outcast.” His voice lapped at the edges of her lonely soul.
“I have never been anything but an outcast, and you are not what anyone says. They can not see you the way I do. You are a gentle soul, in an impossible position.” Leaning closer she stands on her toes, pulling him down to her whispering “you are perfect for me. Take me away from here. Let’s run away, find our perfection together.”
His head falls back as he laughs, a true laugh filled with magic and new beginnings. “If that is your desire, mo cuishle, who am I to deny you. Let’s live your dream.”
I really enjoyed this prompt. I was listening to a favorite Twitch music streamer and the music was wonderful in inspiring the different sections of this piece. What do you see with this prompt? Where does it take you? Please share your tale in the comments! And if you like what you find here, check out the anthologies I am published in, the MN Emerging Writers and the National Edition!