In her state of despair, Sapphire had not noticed footsteps pressing towards her. When an ever so gentle voice spoke, her wings twitched stiff and her ears reddened. How embarrassing, she thought and lifted her face to reveal the watery violet eyes. Sapphire blinks a couple times against the light, her wings moving to shield her face as her eyes finally adjusted and focused on the hand held out for her. There was a long, awkward pause as she stared at the hand, slowly reaching out to take it.
The first thing she noticed was the texture. Besides the grass beneath her legs, the material felt foreign to her. Despite the fact that it was not her first time on Earth, the five senses that she experiences during her stay here never cease to fascinate her. She was like a mere child on her first few years living. Realizing that she still hasn't responded, Sapphire's cheeks redden and hastily pulls herself to her feet, "My name... Sapphire, and... they are real," her face morphs into a frown upon hearing her own voice again; in her ears it sounded high-pitched and surprisingly soft.
Sapphire tilts her head up to meet the eyes of her encounter and found herself captivated. His eyes were so blue - it was a nostalgic reminder of the Crystal Sea - and his hair against the moonlight seemed to glow. She tips her head to the side, her wings fluffing out behind her, expressing her internal curiosity.
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Tristan stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, walking around like nothing happened. In his left pocket his fingers wrap around the hilt of the knife has he crossed the street. Inside his mind was chaotic. All he can ever hear is the screaming, a loud crash as the support beam fell; the scorching heat intensifies. His head starts to throb and his eyes glow an eerie crimson red.
There had to be someone else he could feed off of. The thug from earlier did not satisfy his hunger. He shakes himself back to the surface of his consciousness, running a thumb over the sheath as he continued his walk
Since his decent, Tristan hardly ever sleeps, always wandering tirelessly around the city searching and finding nothing. When he did, he did succumb to sleep there were always nightmares and questions that haunted him. The morning would come and he would wake up more exhausted than if he were to stay up all night.