Silverlight Terrace I see you standing there, but you’re so far away

He had seen her dancing upon the terrace.

Seen her, watched her, until his cheeks had flushed and he’d turned away to conceal himself within the Weald again. Too bashful to watch her anymore and  feeling the weight that he shouldn’t have to begin with. Feeling as though he had stumbled upon something reverent, something holy, something too sacred for him to draw near.

And yet that levity she leapt with drew him to the fringe of the terrace again, and every night from then on. Dark eyes searching. Regretful he had not joined her. Hoping to catch a glimpse of her again. Longing that her dance might radiate through the deep shadows and spread out its wings of light to find, if it were possible, even him.

@Callyope if you have the time? <3