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Magestic Autumn

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I inhale a deep lung-full of autumn air.

My body buzzes from excitement as I wander through the vast forest, curiously taking in everything in sight. I walk without destination, letting my feet guide me through the thick labyrinth of trees. Browning, crumpled shoots of long, dying grass smothering the ground with freshly fallen leaves.

Autumn, my favourite season has finally arrived. The air is crisp and sharp, the leaves on the trees are turning from green to vivid shades of reds, yellows and orange. I can't help but to smile as I spin around, over and over again, my cerulean hands catching the tips of the chilled, curling grass, the wind gusts through my splayed fingers. Colours flash before my dark green eyes, the brown bark of the enormous tree trunks, the white fog swirling like snatching hands on the low ground and then, finally, the falling leaves.

I stop twirling, but the world around me continues to swirl before my eyes. Dizzily, I stumble forward, landing in a pile of dried out, crunchy leaves. Their earthen scent assaults my flaring nostrils, filling  my head with sweet childhood memories that have long since passed.

When the world around me ceases to spin, I roll onto my back, sweeping my fingers through the heaping mass of fallen foliage, Some are dark green and others a vibrant orange, yellow and red. They vary in colour like the roaring flames of a bonfire.

"May I join you?" The voice I hear resonates from all around, ricocheting off of the wide trunked trees. The voice is low pitched and like velvet. I can hear the faint flutter of wings through the  low hum of the forest's nocturnal creatures.

He is a Pixie, like I am. "Sure," I try to shrug casually, sure that he can see how I writhe beneath my flawed façade.  I wonder exactly how long his frosty, glacial-blue eyes have been watching me.

The resplendent moon's light seems to be be entirely focused on this newcomer, a foreign man without a doubt. I would remember such a person, if I had seen him even once before. Even if my glimpse of  the man only lasted half a second. His image, especially his sharp, frost-blue eyes would be branded within my mind.

With slow, sauntering steps, he approaches. His hair is a deep, dark brown, like chocolate. It is unlike my own flaming red ringlets that cascade down my back. His skin is blue like my own, only a deeper, richer hue, almost the colour of night itself. "Hey."

"Hi." I say, hoping my voice doesn't sound as high pitched and squeaky to him as it does to my own ears. He sits at my side and his jean-clad thigh brushes against my own and hot tingles race through my veins.  He's so close that his spicy scent of peppermint and damp earth fills my nose and clings like a second layer of skin.

"What are you doing out this late at night?" He queries in his quiet, low voice. I watch, fascinated as his full lips move, forming the words that I hardly register until he cocks his head, luminous eyes boring into my own green orbs. His face is all sharp angles; a strong, long nose, a proud chin and high cheek bones. Only softened by his full, bow-shaped lips.

Squirming in my place under his intense gaze, I decide to tell the truth, no matter how stupid it might seem to him. But I'm so nervous and I speak way too fast for him to comprehend. His dark eyebrows furrow adorably, his usually crystalline eyes clouding over with bemusement.

"I beg your pardon? Could you repeat that, please?" His translucent, honeybee-shaped wings beat softly behind him, a soft, silvery dust coats their fine, lace patterns and dances in the air. My own pellucid wings shudder in response, gleaming with their golden glitter.

Sucking air in through my nose, I exhale silently, "Mother Nature is so much more majestic at nightfall." Absentmindedly, I curl strands of half-dead grass around my long fingers, their rough edges poke into my skin. "Especially in Autumn." His warm, sweet-smelling breath tickles my ear and the back of my neck, and I have to suppress a quiver of delight, or maybe fear. He is so close, that I can feel his body heat.

"Why is that, love?" He breathes, his words create billowing, smokey  trails in their wake. His long fingers curl around my jaw. His touch is gentle yet firm as he draws my chin upward, disconnecting the eye contact I had going on with the dying brush. I'd dropped my gaze unknowingly.

I swallow hard, thankful he can't she the hideous shade of red that my cheeks are practically glowing from. "Because the sky is clear, full of bright, gleaming stars. The moon's light is refulgent and casts a magical shine over everything. The world looks ethereal and enchanted." I have to force down a terribly unattractive squeak as he places me onto his lap.

My heart heart just about stops, right then, I wonder if he can tell. It's been beating inside my ribcage erratically from the moment he sat by me. "Also, the colours at this time of year are radiant. The reds, yellows, oranges and browns, those are colours you'll never see at any other time of year." The man is quiet for few seconds, which seem to stretch on for eternity and just as I start to feel stupid, or think that he'll laugh, he speaks.

"You're right." He hums thoughtfully, his long fingers comb through my long, mass of curly red hair. "Not many people take the time to see Mother Nature's beauty anymore. Especially during a season when the plants are preparing for winter as everything slowly goes frigid." I feel those lovely lips curl into a broad smile against the back of my neck. "Have you noticed that while it may be cold, that the leaves transform into warm tones only?" I nod, staying mute. "They remind me of your lustrous hair."

I feel a blush heat my cheeks again, feeling oddly relieved that he understands me. We say nothing more, but sit in a comfortable silence and listen to the sounds to the night and drink in the sights of Mother Earth and Beauty at their best.
The characters in this story are mine. <---:iconxxrandomxidiotxx:

As you can tell, I love Autumn.

Please note that I spell things differently from how most of you would. I'm just bringing this up in case anyone comments on how I spell "Colour" and "Favourite". ^^;
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