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Numinous

[adj] a word used to describe an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted—the powerful, personal feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired.

see also;

she presses her fingertips into knotted bark, feels the life she could've led beneath her palms.

—the dictionary of obscure sorrows

HER MOTHER HAD ALWAYS REMARKED about the persistent gleam in her eye, that itch for adventure—for new horizons to explore, for oceans to sail, and skies to dance under. wanderlust is a flirtatious mistress, teasing scraps of a painted cosmos before suddenly starving and leaving one with an ache in their bones and the sort of restlessness of a seagull parted from the salted air of their sea. [y/n] never really knew what to make of this assessment, always shrugging and giving what she hoped was an ambiguous, mysterious smile in return. after all, what sort of traveling can she do when she is limited to the floor plan of the house? 

but now she knows. 

there is a giddiness in her heart that is making her dizzy. her fingers tap on the familiar, worn windowsill that had supported her weight for many restless nights, tracing and re-tracing the grooves of the painted wood grain. the ticking of the clock above her desk seems to be amplified, rattling around her headspace almost to the beating of her adrenaline-shot heart. 

she can feel lightning in her veins—she swears it—there is lightning zipping through her neurons and heightening her senses. [y/n] checks her watch, flipping her wrist over again and again like her staring could somehow make time run faster. the minute hand only wails and trudges along the track at an agonizing pace, dragging out the waiting until [y/n] thinks she's going to go crazy. 

but fret not! our heroine will not be shut up in a mental asylum today! 

a ping from her phone reminds her why she is leaving permanent footprints in her carpet, worn down reminders of an unsettled, restless mind translating into extra energy. her eyes are magnetized, brightened with the sort of light one sees when the sun breaks through a patch of storm clouds for the first time in a while, and she leaps for her phone—a joyous grin blooming on her face when she sees who the notification is from. 

—11:27 pm—

[bby shark]

we're almost there [y/n]! im so excited!! :D :D :D

[soft pom pom]

well im not

[bby shark]

bro! not cool man :(