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Waldo is my spirit animal.
Sure, that sounds wonderful. (:
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Maya smiled a bit as he wrapped his arms around her small body. “I’m freezing. You’re the warm one.” She said then playfully slapped his arm. “I’m not a pillow.” She said joking. She sighed a bit leaned on him. ‘It wasn’t that awkward’ She thought. She was getting warmer but she didn’t know if it was form the hug or that she was slightly blushing.
“Hey, hey Maya. What is your biggest fear?” Zig asked suddenly, never removing his gaze from the small girls pale hand, arms still wrapped snugly around her frame. His words drifted in the subtle Canadian wind, and he could of sworn he heard her heartbeat pause for a moment. Zig knew what his was, he would never admit it though. Well, not in this lovely scenery on this lovely night anyway. He’d save it for some other decade.
“My biggest fear?” She echoed him. She though for a moment and then answer. “Dying.” She said simply. “ What’s yours?” She asked looking at him with a small smile then back out at the park. No one was around. Just Zig and herself. it was quiet and peaceful. She liked it this way.
“Heh, dying is only a part of the journey, Maya.” Zig began, thinking of a watered down, less morbid fear of his to present to her. “I’m terrified of being boring.” He stated, it was a rather uncanny fear, not comparable to death. But to him it was. “There will never be a dull moment in my life, as long as I can help it.” Zig thought out loud, poking Maya in the arm, becoming disinterested with the subject. “Your skin is soft. And pale.” Zig said, eyeing it carefully. It was strange how little things could capture his full interest so easily. Then again, a lot of things were strange about Zig. Even his name. Zig Novak.
Maya nodded as he talked then looked down at her arm. “yeah, I guess it is.” She said then looked back up at his face. “You get distracted easily.” She sated and tucked some hair behind her ear. Maya didn’t get distracted easily unless it was art or music. Other things bored her and then he mind would wonder off the topic.
“I wonder if oxygen is poisonous, and it just takes us 80 years to be killed by it.” Zig mused. It was a question he had pondered a long time. Before she could give her input, Zig’s eyes trained on the ample array of celestial bulbs that littered te sky with their prolonged beauty. “The stars are out, let’s go get a better look.” Zig announced, grabbing her hand. He could’ve sworn he felt a bolt of electricity shoot up his arm. He almost pulled away, but didn’t. A calloused grin gracing his features. Zig stood up, grasping the wooden bar that supported the platform’s frame. His eyes looked out, far and beyond. The view was breathtaking, and it was just that. He couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. “Wow.” Zig uttered, completely infatuated with the sky and what it had to hold.
Maya held his hand as they climbed and such. Her hand was warmed in his grasp and she loved his touch but didn’t think anything of it. She looked up at the sky and smiled widely. “It’s beautiful.” She said simply. She couldn’t find any other way to describe it. All she could picture was Peter Pan and the other children flying across the stars off to Neverland. Off to never grow up. That’s all Maya wanted. To never grow up.
Zig extended his arms to the skies, reaching, reaching for forever, reaching for infinity, reaching for immortality. But that was all he could do, was reach. He could never grasp. But it was better that way. “Isn’t even possible, looking out into the galaxies upon galaxies in this ever expanding fabric of creation, to even feel remotely significant?” He asked genuinely, moving his head slightly to the left ot meet her unrequited gaze. It was then he caught a look of her, like a real look. Her mouth was slightly parted, magenta lips curled into a grin comparable to the radiance of the suns rays. Stray tousles of blonde hair floated beside her, blowing with the wind it seemed. Whatever it was about her, it was enhanced considerably in the dimly lit moonlight. It was magnificent, to put in words. But Zig checked himself, he was staring. His gaze resumed to the not-as-beautiful array of stars.
Maya pressed her lips together as Zig talked. He thoughts were so deep and well thought out. She didn’t belivie they were the same age for a moment as she listened to him question their significant against the world. “I dunno.” She started. “If you are someones love, sister, mother, grandmother or best friend, you are significant then.” She said glancing at him and back at the sky with a small smirk.
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Maya smiled a bit as he wrapped his arms around her small body. “I’m freezing. You’re the warm one.” She said then playfully slapped his arm. “I’m not a pillow.” She said joking. She sighed a bit leaned on him. ‘It wasn’t that awkward’ She thought. She was getting warmer but she didn’t know if it was form the hug or that she was slightly blushing.
“Hey, hey Maya. What is your biggest fear?” Zig asked suddenly, never removing his gaze from the small girls pale hand, arms still wrapped snugly around her frame. His words drifted in the subtle Canadian wind, and he could of sworn he heard her heartbeat pause for a moment. Zig knew what his was, he would never admit it though. Well, not in this lovely scenery on this lovely night anyway. He’d save it for some other decade.
“My biggest fear?” She echoed him. She though for a moment and then answer. “Dying.” She said simply. “ What’s yours?” She asked looking at him with a small smile then back out at the park. No one was around. Just Zig and herself. it was quiet and peaceful. She liked it this way.
“Heh, dying is only a part of the journey, Maya.” Zig began, thinking of a watered down, less morbid fear of his to present to her. “I’m terrified of being boring.” He stated, it was a rather uncanny fear, not comparable to death. But to him it was. “There will never be a dull moment in my life, as long as I can help it.” Zig thought out loud, poking Maya in the arm, becoming disinterested with the subject. “Your skin is soft. And pale.” Zig said, eyeing it carefully. It was strange how little things could capture his full interest so easily. Then again, a lot of things were strange about Zig. Even his name. Zig Novak.
Maya nodded as he talked then looked down at her arm. “yeah, I guess it is.” She said then looked back up at his face. “You get distracted easily.” She sated and tucked some hair behind her ear. Maya didn’t get distracted easily unless it was art or music. Other things bored her and then he mind would wonder off the topic.
“I wonder if oxygen is poisonous, and it just takes us 80 years to be killed by it.” Zig mused. It was a question he had pondered a long time. Before she could give her input, Zig’s eyes trained on the ample array of celestial bulbs that littered te sky with their prolonged beauty. “The stars are out, let’s go get a better look.” Zig announced, grabbing her hand. He could’ve sworn he felt a bolt of electricity shoot up his arm. He almost pulled away, but didn’t. A calloused grin gracing his features. Zig stood up, grasping the wooden bar that supported the platform’s frame. His eyes looked out, far and beyond. The view was breathtaking, and it was just that. He couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. “Wow.” Zig uttered, completely infatuated with the sky and what it had to hold.
Maya held his hand as they climbed and such. Her hand was warmed in his grasp and she loved his touch but didn’t think anything of it. She looked up at the sky and smiled widely. “It’s beautiful.” She said simply. She couldn’t find any other way to describe it. All she could picture was Peter Pan and the other children flying across the stars off to Neverland. Off to never grow up. That’s all Maya wanted. To never grow up.
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Maya smiled a bit as he wrapped his arms around her small body. “I’m freezing. You’re the warm one.” She said then playfully slapped his arm. “I’m not a pillow.” She said joking. She sighed a bit leaned on him. ‘It wasn’t that awkward’ She thought. She was getting warmer but she didn’t know if it was form the hug or that she was slightly blushing.
“Hey, hey Maya. What is your biggest fear?” Zig asked suddenly, never removing his gaze from the small girls pale hand, arms still wrapped snugly around her frame. His words drifted in the subtle Canadian wind, and he could of sworn he heard her heartbeat pause for a moment. Zig knew what his was, he would never admit it though. Well, not in this lovely scenery on this lovely night anyway. He’d save it for some other decade.
“My biggest fear?” She echoed him. She though for a moment and then answer. “Dying.” She said simply. “ What’s yours?” She asked looking at him with a small smile then back out at the park. No one was around. Just Zig and herself. it was quiet and peaceful. She liked it this way.
“Heh, dying is only a part of the journey, Maya.” Zig began, thinking of a watered down, less morbid fear of his to present to her. “I’m terrified of being boring.” He stated, it was a rather uncanny fear, not comparable to death. But to him it was. “There will never be a dull moment in my life, as long as I can help it.” Zig thought out loud, poking Maya in the arm, becoming disinterested with the subject. “Your skin is soft. And pale.” Zig said, eyeing it carefully. It was strange how little things could capture his full interest so easily. Then again, a lot of things were strange about Zig. Even his name. Zig Novak.
Maya nodded as he talked then looked down at her arm. “yeah, I guess it is.” She said then looked back up at his face. “You get distracted easily.” She sated and tucked some hair behind her ear. Maya didn’t get distracted easily unless it was art or music. Other things bored her and then he mind would wonder off the topic.
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