@Willow-oc9pw

1 year ago

His Moon There she was, his beloved leaning against the side of his knees. Today too she was wearing her signature lopsided bun with her favorite wooden hairpin while she sketched on. It was a simple hairpin with the entire moon cycle carved on it. Christopher fought the urge to run his fingers through Valentina’s hair and feel for the moon cycle on his fingertips fearing he’d take away her concentration as she had an exam coming up. He was grateful that she was spending time with him, letting him look at her beautiful self while she worked. They were out in the fields outside their college, him leaning against a tree. There were lots of people around, all students like them ranging from lovers to friends to solo wanderers but when he was with Valentina everything else seemed to disappear like none of it mattered. Her back view that was facing him was quite the sight indeed. Her pastel blue off shoulder top really complimented her. Her exposed neck with the mole at the bottom seemed to call towards him. A few strands of her hair had come lose. He was trying to fight off the urge to tuck them all in. she looked ethereal. Studying her features for the umpteenth time he had the sudden thought of wanting to take her and hide her away, protect her from anything and everything that could prove to be a threat to her wellbeing. And then he mentally chided himself for even having such thoughts. She had given him her heart and he had to make sure to treat her as his equal. With that he reached for hairpin and opened her luscious dark hair in one go. Raising her hand to touch her hair she turned around. He was greeted by a face that totally fit her name. She had high cheekbones with a well-defined jawline, a nose just the right bit of pointy and clear eyes always lined with kohl that reached deep into your soul with just the perfect arched brows. Oh and she had beautiful lips. Christopher wished he knew the name of the type of lips she had but he could never remember it. Maybe he should be taking a few classes on art. They looked really pretty when she wore her favorite shade of brown lipstick that went well with almost all her dresses. Framed by her dark hair that very those eyes were looking right past and above him at his hands. She grabbed for her hairpin quietly and he leant back straightening his knees in the process causing her to lose her balance with her head landing on his legs. He watched her unsure of what to do. But then those very lips curved into the most beautiful smile. Christopher felt himself go weak, butterflies taking flight in his stomach. He must protect her, he reminds himself. “If you wanted my attention, you should’ve said so from the start” she says laughing. -You have an exam in two days. “Nothing I can’t cover up when we aren’t together. Must’ve been boring for you with nothing but music to listen to” I did bring my books but “You got busy staring at me?’ Valentina piped up. Christopher said nothing as if he got caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing. “I’m going to stay like this for a while to you can stare to your fill” she bemused. Christopher must change the topic- The hairpin, it’s wooden. Isn’t it heavy? “It’s perfect for holding my hair in place given my hair length and I thought you liked it” as if she’d caught on and was letting him change the topic. Christopher nodded running his fingers over the carvings. -Suits you, you know? “Hmm?” -Moons and you, it seems perfect. She beamed at him. His eyes landed on something on her lap, her notebook now closed. He reached for it quietly. When his hand closed around it he looked down at her for permission. After she nodded almost hesitantly he opened it. His own face stared back at him with a slight more shading at the ears and a shadow in the eyes. He was looking at the artist shyly. -You were drawing me with your face turned away? He felt something warm bloom inside him. “We have been asked to practice drawing things from memory” she looked away. Valentina never turned pink but watching her closely he could tell when she was feeling shy and right now she was always a rare sight. He opened his mouth to speak and realized he had forgotten how to. After recovering he said- Will you let me do your hair? She looked at him, eyes blown wide. The smile had returned. ‘She was the moon’ he thought to himself. She was his moon. By his side all the time and shining upon him upon night time. twitter and IG: @julyswillow

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