Sabaism

Mapping scars with the corner of fingertips on her sand like skin, her rosetta gaze bestowed upon the universal pearl constellations that shuttered with alleia on the exquisite piece of blue and plumbeous black. It was already past midnight- darkened and quiet. Brontides rang within the north rhythm of december azure. The majestic pearl that hung over the thoughts of blue and plambago pieces was already devoured by the mooning angel of rain and heaven. Her perlite gaze trailed the angels roaming and kissing the constellations up there. Giggles of them rang inside her neurons, beckoning the brontides to fade away, far away from her. Yet, it was too late. Fluttered gazes of her tasted flavors of nothing, yet soon closed shut as the drops of downpours planted soft kisses upon them. She savored the taste of nothing, quite enjoyably. She always loved the flavors of nothingness. To say clearly, the flavours were hollow. Satire to say you will. But she loved hollows more than necessary. Maybe it reminded her of her existence?

Shut gaze opened to trace the small waves of the cerculean coast that could touch her tiptoes affectionately if only she was not in the reverie of l'Apple du Vide”. If only her tiptoes did not caress the silver cement of the railing. Boreas passed away once, making a frisson run down her spine, forcing the gaze to shift away from the marmoris, quite forcefully. Toes caressed the slate grey cemented railing carelessly, hands found each other behind her lower back with the rhythm playing of playfulness- as she twirled. On her toe. Fall. She could fall if the constellation hit a moment more. She could fall carelessly, dissolving into the boreas lovingly. Yet she did not dissipate into the north whisper of dead december azure. Rather her back hit a solid structure of someone. A small amount of mischief flashed on her rosetta gaze as her chéri lips adorned a little bit of orphic happiness. She didn't dare to turn around to look. Audacity was never there in her veins as she was an ashler named coward to be recognized from the very moment of her constellation opened. Soft sighs escaped her lips, quivering upwards as a soft yet deep quiet whisper rumbled inside her souls. She could feel the hot breath upon her neck even though there was the downpour above them. Another frisson ran down her spine. Fists clenched beside sides as a soft chuckle of disbelief made her gaze shift away from the wet pavement to the gumusservi ahead. She had landed now on the wave pavement, back facing the tight sculpture body of her Salvatore.

“you again, huh?”

a deep chuckle rang inside her soul and a small smile danced on her lips. Mustering sighs in her fragile chest, soft mumbles escaped her omnious mouth, once again,
“why?”

silence followed. Then again another deep chuckle rang within the azure. And soon a single answer and some unwanted warmth played behind her ribcage.
"Why not?"
Shaking head right to left in mockery, a small quiet chuckle left her ominous mouth again.

"Don't you think we should change the answers now, shouldn't we? It is getting hard to register same words repeatedly, definitely.."

"Don't you think, we should change the pattern of the game now, shouldn't we? After all, it is getting hard to register same antics repeatedly, definitely..."

Again, Silence followed. The chitter chatter sounds of wintry emptiness hit the pavement too fastly, working as a magical back ground rhythm of the two souls banter. Constellations hid behind dark clouds a long ago, perhaps not wanting to be witnessed of this ominous yet ethereal banter of the two souls. Perhaps, the constellations understood what that nobody could not ever understand. Perhaps they understood...

"I can never stand against your words, can I?" She chuckled softly, shaking head ever so lightly in ironic mockery. gathering a small amount of audacity to face the silhouette behind her, she turned around, yet kept the gaze fixed on the wet pavement. Her eyes. Her poisonous rosetta orbs did not ever have the audacity to fix gaze anywhere except the element from where she was created. She wondered. From where she actually was created. Her constellations or her muddy element. Or her dead azure, or her marmoris? From whatever she was created, there was surely fault. Fault in her stars, or fault in her misty phosphenes of shining pearls. She was a fault, after all.

"Mi vida..."
Her lips quivered, as she registered the words with a small amount of disbelief, pearl drops stung in the back of her poisonous eyes, as the side of her face felt a warm touch. Her face was cradled up gently, making her meet with her salvatore. There was her salvatore, staring at her with an affection she never saw in anyone's gaze. She wanted to dart away her poisonous gaze. It was wrong. Too wrong. She should not. She did not deserved. Her gaze did not deserved to be blessed with such sincere and ethereal view of affection. But then again there was she staring audaciously,

Skin made of ice and adorned by the little scars here and there all over the lean sculpture, lips that resembled strawberries of the summer blossom and those, those dead eyes of of a Greek deity. Deity eyes? Yes. A very one. Intoxicating, dead, mysterious and intolerably menacing pools of coke that hold nothing but the end of the sanity of her. Her Salvatore was intoxicating. Like a drug. Like Snow. Inject too much and die or ignore and be inner tormented. Nothing more, nothing less. And She chose to die. She feared death, yet chose death over and over and again over of anything else. She chose him.

"Mi vida, my sweet love, you do nothing yet capture my heart again and again. You have captured my heart with your contagious laughter and infectious energy. You have shown me a new level of happiness and contentment...."

"But...but I am melancholic, mi amor. I do not laugh contagiously, I do not have infectious energy. I belong to the dark. Everything I do belongs to the dark. Every word I speak comes out of the Inferno. Mi amore, you do adore me very differently, but that does not change the truth that your sweet love, here...whom you're holding, is a poisonous anemone" – she cut him off. Tears streamed down, caressing her face gently, smiling at the downpour above. A faint sob rang along with the fading brontides. Her hands slided over the side of his arms as she shook her head vigorously in denial of his statement. In return, he only stared at her sincerely. His arms tightened around her waist as he pressed herself against his warmth, providing enough sensation and love. Though he wondered, was he capable of giving her enough warmth she craved?

Burying face on the crook of her neck, he flushed her against him. Trying to provide as more as warmth he could give. The last ounce of his warmth was dedicated to her, his only amore. Whispered escaped his intoxicating lips, he did not know what he muttered but he whispered in her ears, trying to fade away the dark brontides of her own abyssal painting she painted herself, with the red blood of the little little scars she was gifted from her ones whom she adored with her fragile heart. His pale slender fingers tangled with her wet locks as he ran though them freely, swallowing the lump inside his throat. Eyes went shut as he whispered sweet nothing in her ears.

"Mi vida, if you belong to the dark, I will be your darkness. If every word you speak comes from inferno, I will gladly let myself burn within that inferno for a millennia. Mi amore, my sweet love, if you are a poisonous anemone, I will gladly keep you back inside of my ribcage so that you bloom through every vein and skin of mine. You say you are melancholy. But did I ever say you, I am forever grateful to you?. Because, you are the one who showed me there is beauty in melancholic. There is soothness in melancholic. For you, I have learnt that soothness, mi vida. I am forever grateful to you."

Her breath stopped, her heart skipped beats as her neurons registered the words that escaped his sacred mouth. Despite trying the hardest to not break down, she became a mess in his embrace. Her body trembled violently with each sob and shaking head in denial of his words. How? How could he ever love her like the way never anyone could love. How could he find soothness in her melancholy? She could not put her finger on it. She could not believe her eyes and ears. She could not. It was too much for a soul like her. She was used to bittersweet solitude, taunts, high expectations, perfections and others. But affection, love, soothness, grateful, adoration- it was new words in her dictionary. She did not ever had any taste of these elements of nature.

Pale slender fingers ran through her wet locks as he flushed her against his soul, as if there was an unknown fear of losing her peered inside his soul, making him doubt, even a mere inch between them would separate themselves from each other for eternity. Her hands wrapped around his torso, seeking warmth and perhaps a little bit of affection and solace. His lips upwarded softly, sensing her desperation of trying to fade away from the sight of the violet blue red evergarden where people sought and fought for the illusory solace. How could people seek for solace in this violet blue red evergarden where the Adam himself was sent for resentment? He could not understand. Neither she could. And they both knew that very well.

Perhaps that's why, she sought solace in his arms. He smiled. The wrap of his arms around her waist tightened, almost painfully now but he could not care less, nor she could. He leaned down in her ears, whispering softly, with an underlying tempt,
"mi amore, mi amore, mi amore" he whispered softly into her ear three times, enchanting her in bewilderment. His breath ghosting over her skin, leaving her awake in his temptation. "Sweet Vida, say, aren't we blind to the beauty within our reach, too engrossed in the struggles before us. The colors we speak of.. aren't they merely distractions, keeping us from the peace we truly desire?"

He sighed softly in her skin. His soft breath fanned upon her neck, causing goosebumps in the trail. He tilted his head slightly to look at her side, his thumb softly running along her jawline as he continued.
"After all, In the end, all we're left with is the burden of living, of trying to find happiness in a world that's constantly trying to tear us apart."

He paused again. His eyes searched hers. The soft chattering of raindrops had now turned into the soft murmurs of wind's kisses. The black clouds had been devoured by the gentle light of the shining pearls in the zenith. She leaned back. Her face glowing under the pearl light. Her rosetta gaze was soft and defeated. Her pale lips slightly trembled, trying to let out the words she had been sucked up. She wanted to say. She wanted to say how his every word was brutally painful. How his every word was daggered to her soul. But she could not. She waited. For him to finish the sentence. She knew he had more to speak of.

And that understanding of her made his lips lift upwards a little more faintly. His fingers gently caressed her face, his voice soft almost tender to the extent she had never heard of. "Amore, We can choose to keep grasping at those illusory colors, or we can let go, and find solace in the simplicity of the void. It's a choice, dear" he whispered, "and I wish to know, what will you choose? Will you join me in this paradise of simple canvas where our solaces could been stroked by the way we would want. Only we. Would you hold my hand in this Haven, dearest?"

He murmured and she stared, contemplating his words. The faint breeze darkened around her as the shining pearls in the up got devoured by the black clouds again. Brontides rang again faintly as the azure got stronger, implying a sweet summer storm. She contemplated. Her gaze bore into his. He smiled, waiting for her to answer. His heart thudded against his ribcage as she reached out to sway gently his slight bangs away. And he knew the answer. He leaned in. The brontides rang again. The howl got stronger. She leaned as well, closing the gap between them. Their lips clumsily met in a tender embrace. The howl of the northern dead azure of mid December, the brontides that rang inside her soul and in the up of them, and the downpour that started once again, when their souls apocalypsed– all faded away, leaving the two twisted souls drifting through the sea of despair, on the precipice of finding their peace at the last.

The entangled dance of their souls deepened. His hand cradled her face gently and her hands did his. She found herself dissolving into the gumusservi of her solace she always craved. Her limbs grazing along the shining marmoris in enchanting way. All the life of her played in front of her minds eye for a moment before fading into the intoxicating warmth of the ripples of han river. The ripples of pleasure and frisson that ran down on her veins, making her feel alive- the whole painting of her blood red abyssal paint was nothing in front of them. She could never be more alive. She found herself dissolving into the marmoris, and for him, he was dissipated into the boreas.

“You're in the wind, I'm in the water
Nobody's son, nobody's daughter”