bohemia
( ARE YOU GOING TO CATCH A STAR? )
Her eyes are bright. The sky is blue. The wind is in his hair. She's laughing and he can't concentrate on anyone but her.
Birds squawk, white bats meshing with clouds. Their cry is swallowed up by the fathoms below.
She walks across the deck, gold bangles clattering around her wrists. Her arms sway to twist of her hips. Purple cloth frames her, rippling with every move she make, giving her the veneer of something delicate.
He watches her, unable to resist.
She leans out, supported by the rails of the boat and breathes in the hair, her lips curving into a half-grin. Almost as if she is inhaling the Danube that swirls beneath her.
She glances back, cherry cheeks stained by something lovely. A flicker of white. A trail of aquamarine. Orifices part and he's curious to know the sound of her voice, what shape it will form.
"Are you alright?" Someone asks him, reaching out to touch his arm, and instinctively he flinches, brushing the contact away. "You've been looking a little lost, I guess, like you're out of it."
"I…" He blinks, trying to focus on the speaker, carefully finding the right words in his mind, then repeating them aloud. "I'm—"
The sky is blue. The wind is in his hair.
But the gypsy girl that garnered his attention is gone.
"—fine."
Disclaimer: bleach isn't mine.