Silverlight Terrace Don't hold your breath

His eyes drifted to the heavens. He believed in nothing that was up there, and yet he felt so small underneath a cloak of stars so grand. Sure, he'd probably scare the mice into their holes and the birds to the highest branches of their tree, but he was nothing compared to the mountains that in turn cowered in the presence of the sky. It was all the more reason to pretend to be grand - to be almighty.

His lids fluttered upon hearing something - someone - approach. He held his breath unintentionally, a lighter speck growing closer and turning into a young girl. Even under the moonlight, with her eyes now more gentle in colour than he remembered them, he recognized her. He shook his "mane" in a bad-boy-like fashion, staring briefly into the distance again. He wasn't sure whether the recognition was mutual, so he hoped to clue her in.

Not really - but you wouldn't understand. His voice was now a low rumble - not precisely as how he'd imagined as a boy, but much more soothing than the croaky sounds of puberty. He smirked then, giving her a little side-eye. Surely, a drug-dealing-skater-boy wasn't that easy to forget.