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Nothing more than an apparition. A shade bound to these trees… these things of dreams that exist only in the confines of the girl’s mind. A world created in the moment before entrance, begging to be given a reason for existence, yet knowing itself to be nothing more than a formless shadow crafted by the woman’s mind. This darkness, this prison in which he has been forced to dwell, as named itself a new queen, and with interest, Vincent, watches from the shadows.
She shimmered emerald in the moon’s light as it streams through the canopy of leaves and limbs above. The dress hung to her skin creating alluring curves, whispering of the warmth of body and the sweet essence of the soul beneath. The sight of her stirred a hunger that generations of imprisonment has borne. Its almost as though he could smell her upon the breeze.
She stumbled and he moved to her side, quickly, in the manner of dreams: once empty space suddenly filled with his presence. His face was clean, his skin perfect porcelain, tainted the color of olives. His hair straight and black, cropped to his shoulders, his eyes dark and mysterious, their onyx pupils and blood red irises looking boldly into hers as he knelt down beside her, offering a slender hand to her to help her up. He was tall, athletic in appearance, and what any would consider attractive. His body was wrapped in black silken clothes, his coat lined with red velvet. His left hand gripped the wooden shaft of a walking stick, upon the top of which stood a crystal, perched in the talons of a bird of prey. His face was ageless, flawless. His mouth the grin of a warm summers sun.
“My queen,” a whisper of concern, a mock servitude in his voice, as he knelt down at her side, in genuine interest in her wellbeing. She was the first in years to enter into this world…the first in years with the gift to walk across the barrier, and the last one he would need to forever rend the cursed barrier asunder and freely stride back into the realm of mortals. She is of the last, different and yet the same. A vision of sapphire, with raven hair and lush lips. A treasure… like the last.
“Are you well?”
