𓂃 * libby van gelder , intro .

sculpted to perform . syrupy petals revealing pearls . chin tilted towards the heavens , as if divinity crowned curls themselves , never down . forgot , clouded vision , stealing the privilege of existing . sun kissing exposed flesh . a trendy romance book placed in manicured hands . browns not reading words , instead captured by the water spread out before her . a heart beating to the rhythm of waves crashing against the shore . distant memories awakening , a knowing that you're capable of outgrowing many things , but not the serenity of deep blue . unless , perhaps , you're a volleyball , soaring through clear skies . without warning , consequence of a too powerful hit , colliding with vibrant hardback material . nose is met with a squish , a sting that causes a scrunch , a ❝ owww . ❞ that just reaches approaching figure . eyes focus upwards , frown present , lingering before it disappears . not willingly , trained mannerisms . ❝ you only get points if you score on the other side of the net . . . not my face . ❞ a blank expression holds , a second , two , before petals will curl politely . body shifting to retrieve ball that ricocheted off her book near her feet . ❝ it was a good hit . ❞ her face could attest . volleyball offered out to them . ❝ any better and you'd be paying for a new nose . ❞ something playful , or practiced ? usually never matters if smile remains and tone is coated in lightness .