He melts under her shrewd gaze, an icicle sent to the depths of a pool of molten lava. He feels her influence on him like a brittle knife, slowly cutting away everything he cares about until he is solely focused on her. Her. He cannot move, he cannot feel a thing except that strong sweep of joy whenever he greets her. Her cool amber eyes regard him with a certain dread, a certain warning. . . but all the same, he knows she cares for him. There is a certain connection that binds them together, something that exists beyond the comprehension of worldly beings. He can only follow his heart, that weak pulsing muscle entrapped within the stiff confines of his rib cage. His heart longs to burst from its boundaries, climb into the world and seek her for his own.
But for now, he must wait. For he is melting, and every look from her is fire.
