Words had never been her strength.
Sure, she knew what to say to get by. Enough to appease, but still fly under the radar. Staying in her comfort zone; the one where she didn't stick out and no one looked at her differently.
She loved being in the middle of a crowd, noises surrounding her and people milling about. She loved it best when she didn't have to worry; didn't have to focus. It wasn't a mission, it wasn't anything. She was free to think and feel whatever she wanted without the ball and chain of life dragging at her feet.
She could be good enough at words if she wanted to, but life had never called upon her like that. The universe seemed to have placed her in the back to blend in amongst the foliage, and she was content with that.
He wasn't.
When no one else saw her, expertly ducking and weaving through crowds, trying her best to remain unnoticed, he noticed. How could he not? It was nearly impossible not to follow her in the crowd; she constantly drew his eye. Over the years, her hair had gotten lighter, and now resembled starlight. He couldn't help but compare her to the heavenly creations in the sky, and come away disappointed when they didn't match the beauty of the girl in the crowd.
Her eyes were cold and distant most of the time; but that seemed to only draw him in closer. Her beauty was like a statue; cold and smooth and rigid- and he couldn't help feel like Pygmalion every time she came to life around him.
That was his favorite part. Watching her wake up beneath him, under his touch, was exhilarating. It gave him a sort of power that flowed through his veins like a burning fire. It was his fixation, and something he would constantly repeat if given the chance. Just as she could set him on fire, she could ice his heart.
After all; she was the goddess of the moon. Unpredictable but unyielding, she drove him as if he were the sun, bending to her every whim and pull. He didn't mind.
Her grace was inhuman, and she walked like a dancer, although he knew she never was or would wish to be. She was lithe and sure in her movements. Her steps flowed like Mercury. He loved watching her walk; he could not help but liken her to a jungle cat meticulously stalking her prey. She always had a purpose, remaining focused and undistracted.
She was the moon to his sun, the yin to his yang, and the push to his pull. They took and they gave as they fought and they loved.
He was good at words, everyone knew. His golden tongue amazed all.
She wasn't good with words, but the simplest phrase came easily to her in his presence.
(I love you.)