The Song of Rose and Stars.
Title inspired by a Fantasy Book Title post where your birth month and initials match with certain words.
The melody came naturally to her, ingrained into her mind, though she was never sure how it came to be there. It wasn't a current song, therefore never played on the radio. No one around her sang it, or played it, for that matter. She wasn't even sure if they would know it. It was if it was part of her. Part of her mind. Part of her heart. Part of her soul. Part of Rose.
The paint brush swept across the canvas in ink blue swirls, flecks of glitter catching the light. A swish this way and a swirl that way following the peaks and troughs of the music. A change in momentum and colour. Purple. Once again full of flecks of glitter. Amethyst and indigo. As she twirls, she sends another slash of colour across the rectangular fabric. A blazing streak of red. A shade to match her hair.
As the gentle melody breaks. she lets it dry. Pottering about while slowly swaying and deliberately pointing her fingers and toes while reaching. Putting everything back in its place.
Going back a short while later she uses a sponge to create a white circular moon in the corner of the page. A metallic paint pen gets drawn for reflections. The door to the studio in her attic opens behind her. Warm arms wrap round her waist. A pale hand removes the pen and creates dots of a familiar formation in the corner. The zodiac sign of Scorpio, the lines forming a hook shape with a few flares upon the opposite end.
Rose relaxes, taking her companions outstretched hand. He spins her in slow circles, her head pressed to his chest. They follow the beat of the familiar song. Their hearts beating in a rhythm of their own. Together, slow dancing, in the place they call home.
To the Song of Rose and her star.