empyrreal:
modern greek myths: psyche & eros
“What is this?”
“Magic,” his voice is rich with the promise of mischief, spilling into the air they share. Yet his touch is tender. A smooth hand at her elbow, his body is inclined towards hers: not touching, not trapping.
“Magic?” It is an answer to a question she isn’t sure she asked. When he leans in closer, she stops trying to decipher whether the heartbeats she heard is hers, his, or theirs. He laughs the way stars dance and her traitorous heart lurches to bask in starlight.
“Trust me,” he says.
“Kiss me,” she answers.
( ─ an excerpt from a modern retelling I’m working on )