Can You Catch The Fog?
08-03-2013, 12:49 AM
She would meander his kingdom with undeniable elegance, ever-hungry gaze following her from his loitering remoteness; watching with satisfaction as the woman would parade so aimlessly, so oblivious to her new requirements, new purpose. Her alluring beauty would radiate the navy skies that encased her, that attempted to drown her in a world of eerie darkness; only to fail, to be forced athwart by the luminance of her alabaster plumage. She were almost as incapable of night-bound disguise as the man himself, who would now saunter towards her; poise seething from his pores as self worth would leave a path of gold-dust in his wake, chasing so desperately after him. He would not grant the woman her liberty, instead invading her boundaries with unhesitant conceit, sauntering towards her as if an exemption of gravity, seamlessness evident within every stride. ?You are as aware of your splendour as I am, miss seraph,? tongue would roll forth with effortless ease, ?It would seem.? Conclusion would be accompanied by the lashing of eager tongue, body straying barely an inch from her side as lips would twitch with rising folly; a cunning smirk rolling fervently with the depths of his intentions. |
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