but she looked even more cute when that happened.
But then she asked me how would she know when she'd met the one. How would she know when she was in love? I told her of my own experiences with Lucius and about the feeling of being around someone when you're in love and what it was like.
That when you were with them it was like feeling your soul was being lit up and they were the only one that held the flame. Every laugh you managed to incite from them felt like a gift because you got to be the one that made them happy enough to smile in that moment. Every touch they gave you, as fleeting as it may be, was like sending a bolt of lightning to your heart, making it beat and speed up in a way that no other had that ability to do. It was a touch of discovery, where you felt everything they did, no matter how fleeting a time. Every graze of their hand or contact of skin, was amplified by a thousand. It didn't matter how long you had been together or apart, that touch…
Well, it meant everything.
But it was also more. Like the way the person who loved you looked at you, as if you were their entire world and all of the imperfections you yourself saw, they only ever saw them as part of the whole package that made you perfect just for them. But that's what soul mates were. They loved you for you and didn’t try and mould you into something you weren’t. If anything, they simply got to marvel at the sight of watching you bloom into who being with them made you. A better version of your former self because they would make you feel as if you were capable of so much more.
They could make you feel as if you could do anything.
Vena actually placed her hand on her chest at this point and released a sigh as if unable to picture it for herself.
Which is when I told her, that when you were with them you didn't need to be doing anything exciting for you to be excited. As some of the best times I had ever had with Lucius had been the times it had just been the two of us. The times when there was nothing able to penetrate our little world of blissful happiness. Although, admittedly, we hadn't had as many of those moments or even a chance at them as I would have liked, for a thousand more wouldn’t have been enough!
Because what little we had experienced together only left me wanting more… craving more time. Something that felt as if it would never be sated, that I would never get enough of.
It made you want to beg for time both lost and the time yet to gain.
“So that is was what love is like,” Vena had said in a dreamy way, and by the time I had finished she had her legs folded underneath her, sat on the bed, looking so childlike she was verging on ridiculously Pip level cute. In fact, she reminded me a lot like Pip in a way, only without the added slice of crazy that went with her personality. Vena was a dreamer, but then she had little else in her life but to be one, so this wasn’t surprising. She admitted to me that her biggest dream of all was experiencing everything life had to offer. She also admitted she hadn’t been much further than the castle walls, and if she ever did get the opportunity to experience life outside the city, then it was always with guards who would barely even look at her.
Vena was beautiful, but even I could see for myself the clear difference between her and the rest of the Fae around her. To begin with she was much smaller and to add to that, curvier, something she told me her mother constantly chastised her for. Yet no matter how much she tried she could never change her figure and we laughed when she admitted to hating having to eat leaves three times a day!
But this in turn made her self-conscious and that insecurity had trickled into her personality, making it hard for her to converse naturally with others. She sometimes stuttered and other times blurted out random things, meaning the lack of a filter between brain and mouth. She was often a nervous wreck, unable to speak