Star Kissed

The Theater

With a graceful flutter of wings, she comfortably seated herself in the auditorium seat. I knew that no one else could see her magnificent wings in all their glory, but I did know that they could see her inhumanly beautiful face. I could see more than just her face, I could see what she truly was. I saw the crazed version of her immortal grace. Flawless, perfection in its finest. I saw her as the Galaxy. In her eyes, I could see the cold of the never-ending space, her hair reflected the sun and the stars that shine behind it, in her wings, the wings that only I can see, they show me the entirety of the galaxy, a window to a magnificent world that one can only dream of seeing.

As I looked out off the stage I could see no one but her, the darkness of the room shielding the faces of those who wait for the performance to begin. I could see her though. She sat in the back tucked away in the corner. Small stars floating around her. A star would brush across her face and she would stroke it like it were a pet. The stars seemed to be alive, changing color with the mood that they're in.

Then he came in. A fury of cold fire and raw power. His smoldering blue eyes scanning the crowd, a mission lingering behind them. His face full of determination to the point that it became intimidating. The look that told one that there was nothing that could stop him from accomplishing his task.

I look back to her. She watches with intense curiosity, just like a child. She watches him, as one would watch a storm that brews far away. Wanting to see more of its wonders but fearing it's unknown strength and personality; a soft pitter patter, or raging beast.

He spots her and turns to face her, leaving me with a view of his back that was just as sculpted as his chest. Looming black scale covered wings tumbled from his shoulders and swept down to the floor. He too was impossibly beautiful. Both of them excelled above the standards that humans set as beautiful, they were in a class all to themselves. Sometimes I wasn't even sure that they were real.

He slowly moves to her, like he's observing her, or from the change in his eyes, like he's memorizing her. She began to stand, a question balanced on her lips, waiting to be articulated. Before she could even begin to move to him he was gone. With the swiftness of a river she was going after him taking all the light from the room with her.