Author: notagreycaterpillar(tumblr)/jellie_ellie(livejournal)/me(life)
Paring: Lea/Dianna
Rating: G?
Summary: I'm not entirely sure, there's a handhold pre-STL (their first ever as written by me O:), and Lea realising things
Warnings: None, there's no dialogue
The Heliocentric Model
She doesn't know why it happens, but standing there backstage looking into her hazel eyes, eyes that the dark lighting is making look a deep, molten gold, she suddenly realises that she's not close enough. She feels herself reacting to this revelation, the base thought spreading, like a drop of ink across a dry fabric. The tendrils of that feeling, the want, or need to be closer to her, stretching across synapses and spiralling down nerves, reaching, until it arrives at the hollow of her collarbone and here the feeling pauses. She knows, she can feel, a feeling like a grain of sand has nestled itself in her chest, and it is spreading. The grain of sand is now the size of a piece of glitter in the sparkling lipgloss covering those beautiful lips and it has colour – a colour that matches her eyes, the colour of a gold bar, ignited. The feeling grows. And it expands. It becomes so big that she is sure Dianna must be able to see it, must be able to see the golden, pulsing light pulsing at the top of her chest. But then it splits, no – it bursts! The burning sun of gold that has formed in her chest bursts, a star in supernova.
Most of the light and the warmth, after all, it is the warmth that she feels most acutely, float downwards and downwards, like crusading forces pillaging, igniting, changing beyond repair everything they touch, every vein, every dendrite until her heart can see the glow approaching, can feel the warmth of the fire, and here the feeling slows, as one would when approaching a caged beast with no precognition of the welcome one would receive. And
Lea's hear t is the beast, full of so, so much love ready to be released, but the love had been caged for so long, protected, … stifled she realises now, looking into those eyes, into her eyes, she wants to set it free! Lea unlocks the door of her heart, lock by lock, key by key and willingly offers herself to the light.
Meanwhile, the remnants of the feeling, mere sparks compared to the inferno that has travelled south to capture her heart, begin to mutate. They twist and shimmer until, as one entity, they soar to her right shoulder. And they melt. The golden lava flows down her arm along line of her bicep to the vein in the curve of her elbow, along her forearm to the inside of her wrist. The glow is now at the meeting point of the ligaments, the terminal of the veins and it doesn't stop. It spreads straight along every tendon and vein until her hand feels as though it is as bright as the Sun. And then her hand moves.
Her hand moves. It reaches, fingertips stretching for the radial artery on Dianna's lower forearm, she knows if she just touches it with the pads of her fingers she can share the feeling, make the lava flow into her bloodstream. Then her fingers meet her skin, soft and cool as ever, but they don't stop at her wrist, they press harder and slide downwards until her four fingers are pressing between Dianna's thumb and her index finger. Her fingers stretch until their palms meet.
Lea squeezes.
Dianna exhales.
Lea raises her eyes.
She meets hers.
The last barricade of her heart is broken down by the feeling and it floods, and it pours, and it shatters everything and then puts it back together, but differently. For with that look in Dianna's eyes, Lea knows that she wants to let her love out, she wants to break down the dam and release the light and the warmth, the golden lava. She wants to pour it in to Dianna and let the glow consume them both.
Because Dianna… Dianna wants to let love in.