dream girl.

               cold  -  opal understands and the voice at the back of her mind reminds her  pulvis et umbra sumus. eyes of onyx stare at the ghost , her brows furrowed upon seeing the curl of lips.  ‘  a smile is not always happy.  ’  though she mirrors his smile with one of her own , wider , brighter.

              ‘ tuus faciem tristis vultus. ’   a hand would reach out , its intention being of touching the other’s face but she stops halfway through , realizing the language she used.  ‘  your  face ... looks  sad. ’ 

           oh   ,  she knows that look too well.   it’s a look she pulls everyday , it’s a look she got from the  greywaren. it makes her laugh loudly when noah’s hands are on her cheeks and paint taints soft skin , head tilting back while she tries to shake him off.    ‘  match  !?  no  !!  i-- better idea !  let’s paint on the  WALLS.  ’

‘  oh !  ’  she is surprised and laughter threatens to escape her mouth ;  mischievous  simper spreads upon her lips , onyx eyes squinting at the boy squeezing her nose.  ‘  you are courageous ! very courageous ! to dare do this !  ’  petite hand reaches for the stranger’s and fingers pinch the skin she can touch , then jumping back two steps. opal has heard ronan say  ‘  don’t talk to strangers  ’  countless of times  -  but what could this boy do  worse than squeezing her nose ?

  *.:｡✿*ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･ asks. ･  say it loud !

             ‘  your  face  is  DIRTY  !  ’      she laughs , pointing at the boy’s face. his dirty face would be her fault , for her hands are stained in blue and pink paint.  ‘  that is  g r o s s.  ’

indie OPAL from THE RAVEN CYCLE.  rules. art credit.