There was something about the fresh summer air that was appealing and nostalgic. Sitting on a park bench in the town square of the Grand Palais, a scrawny blonde with large blue eyes sat alone in the warm summer breeze. The sun slowly beginning to fall on the horizon as the air above her head began to burn a soft pink and orange as it slowly crept closer towards the violet twilight. The twinkling of her soft golden highlights slowly died down as the beams of sunlight could no longer reach them, and her sickly white skin began to lose it's luster.
Abnormally large round eyes turned slowly from the scene of the setting sun (that seemed to fall faster and faster the closer it got to the edge of the world) to her malnourished and bony hand that rested carelessly on a mangey tom cat sleeping beside her. He was an ugly calico with patches of orange, grey, and brown fur that was greasy and matted from his survival life as an alley cat. His face scarred from numerous fights, and yet, despite his rough look, he was cast into a spell of sleep from the gentle touch of the maiden who stroked his vertebrae softly. The two shared the same malnourished look with jagged bony movements and papery skin. The lack of meal intake on their behalves making them frail and awkward. Though, despite their unhealthy appearance, they both had a soft and beautiful look to them. A palpable surrounding that they were gentle and kind and had just been mistreated by the world.
And a smile never left the young woman's face.
Her hand stroked endlessly. Over and over her lanky fingertips dragged across his back as his uneven, yet pleased, purr echoed happily through the empty Grand Palais streets. "We both have a lot in common, yeah?" Her voice was a soft neutral tone, and each world dragged together. The sound of each word was airy, as though she spoke with her lungs. A smile wide across her face as she stroked the feline generously, "We're so ugly and beaten, and yet we both smile so very big, yeah?" Her eyes batted, the smile permanent on her face. "My name is Muzai." She told the cat, as though he was listening. "And I think I shall come here everyday and stroke you, and tell you how beautiful you are, yeah?" Her eyes spoke sadness, but her lips stayed curled. "Because, that's what I've always wanted everyone to do for me, yeah?" The words were deep, and the meaning was sorrowful--so why did Muzai smile? She could say such hurt things and never blink an eye, as though it was impossible for her to feel regret or sorrow--or at least, express it.
"Won't that be nice? You're so lucky, yeah?" Her finger tips stopped as her large blue eyes looked towards the fountain as it shut off. The water slowly losing it's ability to peruse strength and beauty as it faded closer and closer to the ground until it couldn't even gurgle it's last breath. The sun now sacrificed to the horizon as the deep blues and violets of the nighttime air rolled in with it's tiny white sprinkled holes of stars gleaming far above. Her head turned upwards and her distinctly bony jaw pointed up towards the full moon and the summer breeze blew her fine blonde locks from her slightly-sunken in pink cheeks. "Beautiful..." She breathed in the warm air.
"Absolutely beautiful.
Abnormally large round eyes turned slowly from the scene of the setting sun (that seemed to fall faster and faster the closer it got to the edge of the world) to her malnourished and bony hand that rested carelessly on a mangey tom cat sleeping beside her. He was an ugly calico with patches of orange, grey, and brown fur that was greasy and matted from his survival life as an alley cat. His face scarred from numerous fights, and yet, despite his rough look, he was cast into a spell of sleep from the gentle touch of the maiden who stroked his vertebrae softly. The two shared the same malnourished look with jagged bony movements and papery skin. The lack of meal intake on their behalves making them frail and awkward. Though, despite their unhealthy appearance, they both had a soft and beautiful look to them. A palpable surrounding that they were gentle and kind and had just been mistreated by the world.
And a smile never left the young woman's face.
Her hand stroked endlessly. Over and over her lanky fingertips dragged across his back as his uneven, yet pleased, purr echoed happily through the empty Grand Palais streets. "We both have a lot in common, yeah?" Her voice was a soft neutral tone, and each world dragged together. The sound of each word was airy, as though she spoke with her lungs. A smile wide across her face as she stroked the feline generously, "We're so ugly and beaten, and yet we both smile so very big, yeah?" Her eyes batted, the smile permanent on her face. "My name is Muzai." She told the cat, as though he was listening. "And I think I shall come here everyday and stroke you, and tell you how beautiful you are, yeah?" Her eyes spoke sadness, but her lips stayed curled. "Because, that's what I've always wanted everyone to do for me, yeah?" The words were deep, and the meaning was sorrowful--so why did Muzai smile? She could say such hurt things and never blink an eye, as though it was impossible for her to feel regret or sorrow--or at least, express it.
"Won't that be nice? You're so lucky, yeah?" Her finger tips stopped as her large blue eyes looked towards the fountain as it shut off. The water slowly losing it's ability to peruse strength and beauty as it faded closer and closer to the ground until it couldn't even gurgle it's last breath. The sun now sacrificed to the horizon as the deep blues and violets of the nighttime air rolled in with it's tiny white sprinkled holes of stars gleaming far above. Her head turned upwards and her distinctly bony jaw pointed up towards the full moon and the summer breeze blew her fine blonde locks from her slightly-sunken in pink cheeks. "Beautiful..." She breathed in the warm air.
"Absolutely beautiful.