Melted Puddles of Roses
02-05-2014, 09:56 PM
How did one learn to give in when all he had ever known was to never do so? The relentless man was a self-trained vigour, and his cravings for revenge were second to none. He let his pride slip away from his sanity at times, and yet he was no fool. He was in his prime, at his strongest, but it could only go down hill from here, surely? He was far too unscathed, besides a handful of hidden scars, the man who had maimed so many still stood flawlessly. It wasn?t natural. He would weave to her presence, lured by her feminine perfume, and yet feeling more sedate than usual. Humbled by her youth and his state of mind, ?I have yet to see the sun sitting quite so low,? swaying, a light hearted suggestion towards her golden colour, ?She must be wary not to melt the snow she rests upon.? And he would pause in his stride, a smirk fluttered lightly against cherry lips. |
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