02-02-2019, 02:38 PM
Light
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Footfalls spread out over the concrete path, the wind was cold but our mutual warmth countermanded that to a degree. I glanced down at the pink haired beauty, nestled securely at my side. Pink hair and scarf danced with the chill in equal measure, strands of sweet scented locks grazed my cheek and tickled my nose. Bare trees reached out over us and we moved from shadow to light and light to shadow, speckled by spots of light.
Across from us, to our right, was a railing. Beyond that railing was water, stirred only by the implacable wind. The water spread outwards and stopped at the banks of the city. From this distance we could make out the distant artificial glow of lights and the silhouettes of buildings not dissimilar to that of endlessly still shadow puppets.
"What's that, darling?" Zero Two spoke, pointing a gloved finger at a lone tower viewer. It's face flat and immaculate, it's eyes brought to mind some cybernetic owl from a far off point in the moving future. It stood in eternal vigilance watching the land.
"A tower viewer, it'll let you see the city," I fished in my pocket for a quarter and pinched it between my forefinger and thumb to pull it out. It's circular side shone in the light that crept past stretching claw branches.
She smiled and accepted it in her palm, with a cheerful curiosity she approached the device. Inserting the coin and lowering herself to properly peer into its open eyes. Her hair blew with the wind and from my angle I could see her lips form a smile.
"I can see the city much clearer now, oh! I can even see the cars driving across the road," she giggled after that, using her hands and turning with the device. "Why I feel like a bit of a voyeur."
I snorted in my amusement. "Of course you'd make a crack about voyeurism."
She swiveled her eyes over to me, her smile shifting over to wry and mischievous. "Oh you know you love it," she brushed a few strands away and back behind her right ear.
"Do you want to look darling?" She asked thoughtfully, rising and gesturing to it like a presenter on stage.
For a moment I acknowledged the distance city, it's light an artificial hole in the darkness. The buildings looming, unjudging. The stones and metal and glass that which formed them taking in the sounds. The zoom and honks and screeches of cars, the voices of people and cooing of pigeons. It was all there. Unbeknownst by the lifeforms and the machines alike. The echoes would be held within their embrace long after the makers of the noise were gone.
"The poetry of existence."
I looked back at her and met her teal twinkling eyes.
"No thank you, Zero Two. The light I need is right here."
A moment of silence past and I savored the notion that the vibrations of our words and the energy we weaved through our actions would become part of the environment around us. The tower viewer itself had certainly seen hundreds of people and would likely see hundreds more. But somewhere it would hold a space for us.
In one bound she was in my arms, many would be surprised to see her speed and strength. Her legs finding their way expertly around my hips and warm lips finding mine without restraint. The taste of honey and sweet lollipop.
Another moment crafted and another to be remember with sweetest permanence.
Her boots resounded quietly on the path and my bare hand touched her rosy cheek. Soft and smooth, I slipped my arm over her shoulders and allowed her ease back to side. Her arms hugged my midsection.
We went on.
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Footfalls spread out over the concrete path, the wind was cold but our mutual warmth countermanded that to a degree. I glanced down at the pink haired beauty, nestled securely at my side. Pink hair and scarf danced with the chill in equal measure, strands of sweet scented locks grazed my cheek and tickled my nose. Bare trees reached out over us and we moved from shadow to light and light to shadow, speckled by spots of light.
Across from us, to our right, was a railing. Beyond that railing was water, stirred only by the implacable wind. The water spread outwards and stopped at the banks of the city. From this distance we could make out the distant artificial glow of lights and the silhouettes of buildings not dissimilar to that of endlessly still shadow puppets.
"What's that, darling?" Zero Two spoke, pointing a gloved finger at a lone tower viewer. It's face flat and immaculate, it's eyes brought to mind some cybernetic owl from a far off point in the moving future. It stood in eternal vigilance watching the land.
"A tower viewer, it'll let you see the city," I fished in my pocket for a quarter and pinched it between my forefinger and thumb to pull it out. It's circular side shone in the light that crept past stretching claw branches.
She smiled and accepted it in her palm, with a cheerful curiosity she approached the device. Inserting the coin and lowering herself to properly peer into its open eyes. Her hair blew with the wind and from my angle I could see her lips form a smile.
"I can see the city much clearer now, oh! I can even see the cars driving across the road," she giggled after that, using her hands and turning with the device. "Why I feel like a bit of a voyeur."
I snorted in my amusement. "Of course you'd make a crack about voyeurism."
She swiveled her eyes over to me, her smile shifting over to wry and mischievous. "Oh you know you love it," she brushed a few strands away and back behind her right ear.
"Do you want to look darling?" She asked thoughtfully, rising and gesturing to it like a presenter on stage.
For a moment I acknowledged the distance city, it's light an artificial hole in the darkness. The buildings looming, unjudging. The stones and metal and glass that which formed them taking in the sounds. The zoom and honks and screeches of cars, the voices of people and cooing of pigeons. It was all there. Unbeknownst by the lifeforms and the machines alike. The echoes would be held within their embrace long after the makers of the noise were gone.
"The poetry of existence."
I looked back at her and met her teal twinkling eyes.
"No thank you, Zero Two. The light I need is right here."
A moment of silence past and I savored the notion that the vibrations of our words and the energy we weaved through our actions would become part of the environment around us. The tower viewer itself had certainly seen hundreds of people and would likely see hundreds more. But somewhere it would hold a space for us.
In one bound she was in my arms, many would be surprised to see her speed and strength. Her legs finding their way expertly around my hips and warm lips finding mine without restraint. The taste of honey and sweet lollipop.
Another moment crafted and another to be remember with sweetest permanence.
Her boots resounded quietly on the path and my bare hand touched her rosy cheek. Soft and smooth, I slipped my arm over her shoulders and allowed her ease back to side. Her arms hugged my midsection.
We went on.