It’s not light that comes from them now, not the glowing purple of the calling light. it’s something more than that, a song spilling from her hands, a rainbow of sound and color and energy.
They sing, they twirl, they throw their hands in the air and let the color spill from their fingertips.
The other one sits back and watches, smiling to themselves as they watch them enjoy themselves. It’s a beautiful sight, wonderful really. After seeing them so tired, so worn down by the calling lights, this is a welcome sigh tto see.
“Stop standing there,” the dancing one says. “You know you want to.”
The other one laughs, their hands stretching out and rainbows starting to trickle down their palms. “Happy?”
“Never,” they announce, grabbing their hands and pulling them forward. The colors from both of their hands mix and rise up in the air, showering them with light and song.
“Now?’ The other questions with a laugh and they move to twirl them.
“Okay, maybe a little bit.”
(Source: papertissue)
