[ she traces her fingers over the surface of the fountain's water, coins at the base glittering in the moonlight. their reflections shiver at her touch. ]
I like to think there's still a little magic left. [ a tired, pale girl stares back at her. ] Somewhere.
[ ( mirror, mirror ) she glances at him over her shoulder, her ponytail rustling at the base of her head. her smile is soft, but, in this life, always worn into fine powder. ]
[ she laughs quietly, looking down at the shape of her knees, turned inward. the summer night sticks to the back of her neck, against the small of her spine. ]
Fair enough.
[ finally, she stands upright again, her body creaking slightly. she catches herself by reaching forward, touching a hand to his shoulder. ]
[ His hand finds her elbow almost instantly — there to steady her by instinct. Her words get a laugh (a breath), his gaze flickering up and then down to make sure she's got her balance. ]
[ his grip disappears and for a moment, she feels as if all the air in her chest has evaporated. she sighs, passing it off as a breathy laugh, and swipes away a bit of lingering nothingness from his shoulder. ]
I might have to take you down with me.
[ she smiles, looking his way, then elsewhere suddenly to avoid exposing the pink twinge in her cheeks. fingers curl hair over her ear, smoothing her ponytail near her neck. ]
You know, I can't remember the last time I was out like this.
[ He glances back at her just as she looks away, the line of his mouth twisting a little as he turns, starting to walk a slow circle around the fountain. There's a gentle buzz all around them — the chirping of insects heralding the tail end of summer, the faint, fading swell of the sun as it slowly disappears from the sky. ]
[ he begins walking and she watches his back stray from her. it's a strange contemplation, a quiet thought that strays through her mind — after all this time. she steps upwards and onto the fountain's edge, bringing her hands outward for that same, aforementioned balance.
her dusty boots trail behind him, careful, though wobbling slightly with every few blocks of stone. her reflection glances up at her from the water and the sun's heat blends into a night's touch, wind softly finding the damp patches on her back the day left behind. ]
Sometimes it feels like we aren't meant to.
[ she stops, tilting her chin backwards to look at the expanse of stars clearing against the darkness. ]
arrives 15min late
i hope you brought starbucks!
What's wrong with that?
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It's been a long time, is all. Would've stopped believing in wishes by this point if I were you, but— I guess that's why I'm not.
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I like to think there's still a little magic left. [ a tired, pale girl stares back at her. ] Somewhere.
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Kept it to myself, didn't I?
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So, you did make a wish.
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No use in wasting somethin' like that. Even if it is just superstition.
i heard fluff was on the table.
Fair enough.
[ finally, she stands upright again, her body creaking slightly. she catches herself by reaching forward, touching a hand to his shoulder. ]
If only I'd wished for balance.
girllllll.
Maybe if a godmother'd thought of it.
[ A beat. His grip relaxes, falls away. ]
At least you didn't fall into the fountain.
whoops!
I might have to take you down with me.
[ she smiles, looking his way, then elsewhere suddenly to avoid exposing the pink twinge in her cheeks. fingers curl hair over her ear, smoothing her ponytail near her neck. ]
You know, I can't remember the last time I was out like this.
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[ He glances back at her just as she looks away, the line of his mouth twisting a little as he turns, starting to walk a slow circle around the fountain. There's a gentle buzz all around them — the chirping of insects heralding the tail end of summer, the faint, fading swell of the sun as it slowly disappears from the sky. ]
Kinda forget to stop and smell the roses, huh?
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her dusty boots trail behind him, careful, though wobbling slightly with every few blocks of stone. her reflection glances up at her from the water and the sun's heat blends into a night's touch, wind softly finding the damp patches on her back the day left behind. ]
Sometimes it feels like we aren't meant to.
[ she stops, tilting her chin backwards to look at the expanse of stars clearing against the darkness. ]
But there's something special about tonight.