She always felt as though she wasn't supposed to be where she was at the moment except for when her eyes were closed and the world around her dissolved from greys and blacks into greens and blues.
And once her hand met his, she knew that she was one...
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But she was woken up when she felt a hand brushing over her face.
AT FIRST, Clarisse thought that she was still experiencing the sensations of her dream. Maybe it was the breeze coaxing her hair onto her face or perhaps a droplet of ocean spray had landed on her lips. But soon enough, she felt the outside world pull her from the jungle she loved to spend her nights in and clearly felt a hand tracing over her features.
She had no idea who it could be, but something deep inside of her knew no danger came from them. She felt at peace for the few moments, the person clearly not wanting to wake her, but a wandering touch landed on her lips and she gasped in surprise, the moment feeling too intimate. At her sharp intake of breath, the hand quickly pulled away, a gasp coming from above in response.
Clarisse slowly opened her eyes and the sight above her almost made her believe that she was still dreaming.
She saw a boy's face for sure. His features were strong yet young and innocent. A mop of curly hair adorned him like a halo, but the color was hard to identify because of the moonlight sheen that caressed everything in the room. After she scanned over his face, her eyes locked onto his.
Soft blue met strong green.
And at that moment, Clarisse felt that same rush of rightness that she always felt when she looked up at the stars, but tenfold. It traveled from her heart and out to her limbs and her entire soul was in a state of euphoria. It was so strong and present that she couldn't help but gasp in shock. In turn, the boy flew up and away into the corner of her bedroom, seemingly surprised by her reaction. Did he just fly? She briskly sat up and attempted to register the situation.
After a brief moment, Clarisse found her voice, her gaze never once leaving his figure, "You can fly?" Her curiosity fueled her question, her eyes once again wandering over him. She noticed that the garments that adorned his lean body were made of leaves, and that the muscles in his arms and legs were strong and mildly defined. He's beautiful... The blonde decided that he was obviously not from the town. No one from around here dressed, looked, or flew like that. Passing her eyes one last time over his exposed legs and chest, she felt her face flush at the general lack of garments he wore but was then brought back when she heard his voice.
