[ Recapture of Velvet ]
- My intent behind writing this was to return to writing, and to become
familiar with what I once enjoyed. Please be gentle about any areas of sloppiness~!
Enjoy! Reviews are much appreciated.
"Hope."
There's always something crisp about the way she murmurs it that unceasingly staggers him, as if he's never heard it before, and it leaves him vulnerable with a mindlessness he never seems to remember. Effortless, as with everything appears to be with her, it glides off the tip of her tongue, ghosts from her thin, curling lips with a delicacy never once feigned, and shocks him in the instant he hears the tinge of her velvet accent coating his name. At times, she's laughing when it's said, and she's loud and strenuous and industrious in vigor - but all at once, the verve vanishes as she utters it, entwined by a smiling gentleness only he hears. At others, she's whimpering, and he doesn't miss the tremble of fear quake in her voice when she chokes it out as if it's the last thing that will ever escape her coral lips.
It's almost a whisper; said far too softly, yet not soft enough.
And he knows, as he stares at her coruscating crystal, he'll never be able to hear it again.
"Vanille."