The highest soaring flights of his imagination could not have conjured such a face. No Diana could be purer, no Venus more beautiful. If he were to touch that perfect hand, would lightning strike him down on the spot? The same part of him that is convinced it is so yearns to try it.
He hardly notices sinking to his knees, so consumed is he in a far greater fall. In love, oh yes, into and through - down, down, down past the clouds of a not quite endless sky, toward the unforgiving surface of inevitable reality. Miles is familiar with falls. They have a habit of ending in broken bones.
It takes all his concentration to lift the Key and place it very carefully into her hand, not daring to touch her for fear of thunderbolts.
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Date: 2014-07-11 02:04 am (UTC)"Oh," says Miles.
The highest soaring flights of his imagination could not have conjured such a face. No Diana could be purer, no Venus more beautiful. If he were to touch that perfect hand, would lightning strike him down on the spot? The same part of him that is convinced it is so yearns to try it.
He hardly notices sinking to his knees, so consumed is he in a far greater fall. In love, oh yes, into and through - down, down, down past the clouds of a not quite endless sky, toward the unforgiving surface of inevitable reality. Miles is familiar with falls. They have a habit of ending in broken bones.
It takes all his concentration to lift the Key and place it very carefully into her hand, not daring to touch her for fear of thunderbolts.