₍ ⠀ UNREAL UNEARTH. ⠀ ╎ ⠀ *͟𓉸 ྀ ⠀₎ ↷↷ ↳ @purelikea said : “ how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me ? ”
the rising sun is as bright and persistent as ever , and his girl manages to outshine it , like usual. the rays cast a golden silhouette around her through the shade of the trees , and sometimes he swears that the mere sight of her is going to knock the air out of his lungs and he won't ever find it again. she looks like . . well , he doesn't even know. she's a lot better at pretty words than he is. the palms of his hands grow moist and clammy still , even after almost six years since he first saw her in that apple tree. he's been doomed ever since.
she's such a charmer , his lenore dove. her words make his heart do a funny thing in his chest , and for a second , he thinks it might leap out from within him. “ i like the way you think , but i don't really think anything i say can save you from a branch snapping beneath your feet. ” and that branch sure does look far from sturdy. he can't help but wince as it gives a little creak beneath her weight , though he doesn't think he truly has to worry all that much. he'd catch her if it came down to it , he's sure of it. not that she'd need him to. lenore dove is a wild thing , that's for sure ; the light breeze only seems to lift her further , not jostle her around.
still , he finds himself worrying about her anyway. it's funny , the way your mind is just always in over - drive when it concerns someone you care about. someone you love. “ if you won't come down to wish me a good morning , ” begun with a playful grin , “ will you at least move to a different one ? preferably not a fraying twig ? ”
