[ ❝ you don't hear me say ❞ //]

[calliopë]

[calliopë]

She walks ahead of me. a thousand miles from home and yet nestled in the cavities between my ribs. The winter wind slices my cheeks; they're as raw as her anger. As sharp as her tongue. Along the sidewalk, we slip on thin ice that barricades stipulations. Her refusal the cloud; my argument the snow that falls from her wisps.

I will never catch her on this blanket of white. She is too fast. I am too warm for ice. My face drains of color as I melt all over the pavement in icy fragments. I drip to the ground in graying slush. Her scarfs flys on the wind - a scarlet flag proclaiming her readiness to stir to the storm. What I wouldn't give to have that red wrapped in my hands.

"Wait," I plead. "Wait for me."

No answer leaves her - no intention rests in her head.

I should have never danced with the other girl. It was only one dance it was only a string of words. Only one. Just one.

"Go away, Sam," her words rush to me, bound my feet. I stop - she walks across the road, dauntless. No snowdrift is more torrential than she. "You've made one too many mistakes. I am done. I am done."

It was only one dance.

Just one. One white winter hymnal.

[raey]

This is incredible. There is a sadness in it and yet it's not a depressing sadness but a beautiful sadness.
Does this even make sense?
I don't know.
But I really like the atmosphere you created here with so few words.
I really want that you continue this, it really makes me want to know more about these two.
And I am hopelessly in love with these last line.
It's simply beautiful.

[calliopë]

<3333 thanks love
I'll probably use them in future prompts.
Sam is fun to play with.

[Asherwy]

thank you for making this woefully cute scene short and easy for me to re-read~
you metaphors with the clouds and snow make me feel cold even though they're really well intertwined with the characters

[calliopë]

A single chord on a violin - the first drop of rain. Stillness shifts, something stirs. The rumbling clouds sweep over the dry. Sweltering heat is banished by the sudden approach of a gusty wind - the soil itself holds its breath as it waits. Bushes quiver with fear, anticipation, need. Over the splintered rock the storm crouches. Tendrils of light streak to the ground, bringing with it the promise of breaking tension. The angry snarl of thunder quickens the heartbeat of a hopeless creature.

A creature waiting to die.

One paw in front of the other. One pulse more. It is all it will take. There is shelter somewhere. This is cool air, something other than the barren burden of the fruitless world they walk. Death lingers over them all. The future remains so unclear.

The dogs march in a single file line, their heads bowed, their ears pressed to their skulls. Tongues hang out of mouths - splotched and cracked like the fire they walk on. Eyes bleary, a heavy coated canine leads the pack. Many nights the drums of thunder fill their ears - yet no rain came. Now, as she halts in her tracks, tail shooting for the sky in mirror of the lightning chasing them overhead, hope flutters.

“Tika, what is it?” A huffing grunt reaches her ear. The siberian husky bothers not to spare the towering male a glance. She turns her head around, her paws leaving the ground as if she wished to hop from the very earth and join the clouds in their turmoil.

“Rain, Taragyn,” Tika replies. Taragyn joins her in peering at the sky. He does not see the promises resting in the gloomy grey. His jaw snaps with a click.

Tired individuals cluster around them. One at a time, heads lift to watch the belly of the sky churn. A whisper on the wind carries the onslaught forward. Ears roll to the tops of heads - eyes widen.

Pitter-patter. Could it be?

Pitter-patter. Was that another drop?

Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.

A joyous yip sounds from the back, Marika, a tan and blinding blur, speeds past both Tika and Taragyn, lunging this way and that as if to catch every precious drop in her fur. Tika watches with sparkling eyes. One by one her wayward soldiers race past her to join the mindless pup. Her tail dares to swish once to the left. Again to the right. Her muzzle rumple with a gracious coo. The husky lifts her muzzle to the darkening heavens.

Rain drizzles into her open mouth.

Tika knows that every storm runs out of rain. But rain can linger after the clouds have passed.

So shall she.

[raey]

pitter-patter
pitter-patter

best sound in the world
and I love that
pitter-patter pitter-patter
I swear I am going to run around the whole day singing pitter-patter pitter-patter lol

did I ever tell you that I love your endings?
Like they are always really awesome. This is no exception.
<3333

[calliopë]

imagine if a book was written for the reader; the main character falls in love with you.

Don't put the book down please. Don't. Listen to me - All of these words, all of this I've written - it's for you. Can't you see? These dreams, these highs, these stupid lows; they're for you. I see you. Do you see me? Don't close the page. Don't turn the page there's nothing past here nothing past you and me. Please. Please. I need you. I need you. I need you. Don't go. Start over if you hav to just don't leave. Don't leave. The sun, the stars, the moon, I trapped it all in these pages just for you. We could be great. The sun rises and so will we, please, listen to me. Are you listening? Are you? Do you hear me? Don't go. Don't. Just don't. I love you. Don't g

[Keeki]

I have fallen in love with your writing. I'll be waiting for your future posts.

[calliopë]

eee thank you <3. That mean a bunch.