"...A perfect halo of gold hair and lightning
sets you off against the planet's last dance..."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Lana asks me, her hands gripping the top rung of the ladder. I reach down to grip her wrists and gently pull her up beside me.
"Sure," I answer, releasing only one of her hands, lacing my fingers with those of her other. She looks away from me and gazes across the roof. I watch her face, then glance past her at the sun dipping close to the mountaintops, the ball of light barely visible, only a dim outline against the dark clouds that hang over us.
Lana's hand grips mine, our palms curling into each other. "Wow."
I follow her gaze and look out across the rolling fields in front of us. I lead her closer to the edge of the slanted barn roof. We settle with our legs hanging off of the side, and I smile as Lana can't help but peer down to the ground.
"We're pretty high up," she says, voice quivering just a bit.
I start to reply, then stop myself, leaning back on the loose shingles and folding my arms under my head. Lana looks at me for a moment before coming down beside me.
"Pretty," she says, addressing the sky, "but so dark."
"Dark is still pretty," I say.
"Mhm."
She sits up, startled, lightning streaks across the black clouds. I chuckle softly and come up beside her as she eyes the sky.
"But it's not raining," she says.
I shake my head. "Heat storm."
Instead of lying back down, I watch her as she continues to study the sky, jumping a little when the thunder rolls over us. Her pale grey eyes scan the world above, wondering just where the next bolt will strike. When it does, I keep my eyes on hers, on that ripple of shining gold light that branches along her iris', as if the the grey pools are the clouds themselves.
Then she looks at me, mouth still open a bit in silent fascination. "What?"
I shake my head as a few drops of rain start to fall. "Nothing."
So it isn't a heat storm after all.
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