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 [Nizhne] gonna show you where it's dark, @Flight
Corinne Lvov
 Posted: 30 Jul 16, 14:09
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"STARS KISS MY PALMS AND WHISPER ‘TAKE CARE MY LOVE, ALL BRIGHT THINGS MUST BURN."

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DAMAGED AND BROKEN AND UNHINGED
The lingering melodies of soft tones echoed and lingered in the open air, falling upon ears and eyes with sparkles gleaming in the spotlight that was trained on a pale figure set center stage. She looked young and frail, like a porcelain doll whose limbs might snap off if bent too sharply; and yet there was a elegance and gracefulness about the way she moved and controlled those limbs, fluidly lifting arms and curling fingers to touch as lightly as a feather or as heavily as a hammer upon the keys. Her expression was intense, a stern frown of concentration etched upon her features that furrowed her brows and kept her neck arched down as she studied the placements her hands would jump to next, stroking the ivory and ebony with an expertise rarely observed in one of her age. She was entrancing, an ethereal being set apart from the audience that keened in the darkness, unable to look away. The spell was only broken when the last lilting note echoed throughout the room and faded into a weighted silence, the few moments needed for people to realize they were back in reality. The room erupted and Corinne Sterre rose from her seat, a small smile at her lips as her expression relaxed. She looked around at the applause her performance had produced and felt a small flicker of warmth in her bosom, and then she looked the part of the young prodigy in full.


There were flowers in her dressing room, where she changed into a more casual dress and discarded the classy gown that the theater house and supplied her with, glad to don her own attire once more. She picked up the bouquet of white lilies and sniffed before she plucked one to tuck behind her ear, appreciative of the slight perfume it would give her to hide the dried sweat of her performance that coated her skin. After a quick glance in the mirror to touch up her hair, she grabbed a coat and ducked out of the room and took a back exit to escape the hoards of people who wanted to grab her attention, making her way back to the place she was staying for the night - a hotel of average reputation. As she walked she recalled her music, thinking on the little mistakes she had made that probably no one else had noticed. They would irritate her and motivate her to strive for perfection, but she hoped at least when her brother and sister heard about the night's event they would be proud of her success. She loved to play for them, and had regretted she had to leave their company to go to the performance alone. But such were the expectations for the youngest Lvov child, whose only duty would be to dazzle and entertain.


The streets were cold at the evening hour, and she gladly headed inside her hotel to escape the chill as the first few snowflakes of the night began floating down from the sky. She wasn't as far north as the rest of her family in this city, but it was still Nizhne and the cold took hold no matter where one went within its borders. She tugged her coat further over her shoulders as she peered around. She should probably head up to her room and try to get some sleep - the next day would only bring with it more rehearsals during the day to prepare for another performance the next evening. Being on tour wasn't quite as extravagant as she had expected it to be, but still she was enjoying the constant barrage of information her tutors here could provide. She paused, and caught sight the hotel's bar, dimly lit and only occupied by a few figures at this time of night. She could get away with remaining in there without drawing too many curious eyes, she supposed. She took a seat at the long counter top and asked for a drink, a vodka concoction that was renowned in this city. The tender hesitated slightly before obliging her, no doubt pondering over her youthful appearance and whether or not he should serve her at all; but in the end her charming eyes and confident smile convinced him not to bother about it.


As a princess, she was quite used to alcohol tastings from her studied on etiquette and culture anyhow, and she approved of the drink she received. She felt it warm her insides immediately and shrugged out of the coat, baring her shoulders to the air within the bar, much more comfortable and homey than the breezes without. Corinne smiled and talked idly for a moment with the tender, just enjoying the feeling of being out on her own and independent for a change, until he had to move away to take another order. She turned upon the stool she had found and casually took in the rest of the room, noting the classy atmosphere it managed to pull off despite not being the ritziest hotel in the city by far. Candles were set upon every table, drapes of deep mauve pulled too at the windows, with the usual posters and photos upon the walls that regaled the place's history and success over the years. There were a few other patrons within, mostly men with cigars and drinks in hand, conversing in jest with one another. There was a couple sitting near one another at a window, all smiles and touchiness with their hands clasped over one another's as they gazed at each other with stars in their eyes. She blinked at them with a strange feeling in her chest that might have been close to jealousy, though not quite so sinister a thing and more a yearning than anything else.


Her eyes drifted on and lingered upon a sole figure on the other side of the room, almost impossible to distinguish in the darker lighting but for the flicker of his eyes, a startling brightness of gold amidst so much blackness. She studied him a moment, curious but not entirely sure as to why. She took another drink and blinked and looked away when his gaze swiveled to hers, not wanting to appear to be rudely staring even though she had been doing just that. Her new friend the bartender was free again, and she lifted her glass at him. "Looks like I'll be needing another." She teased, and he pattered away to prepare her the drink once again. The effects began to sink in and she felt her body fully relax and decompress, closing her eyes for a few moments as she lifted her arms to take out the pins in her done up hair, setting it free so that it fell down her back like a shimmering waterfall once more. That felt much better, and she took a deep breath of peacefulness at the arrival of her next drink. Just the one more, she thought to herself, then off to bed.

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Fingall Akesh
 Posted: 01 Aug 16, 15:36
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"No man is ever just one thing"

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Fingall Akesh
I find no solace beneath a godless sky
’Unlike you, I am not tortured by them.’
‘But you are.’

No matter how he tried to drench his thoughts into the oblivion, he could not stop those simple three words from ringing in his head. No matter how he tried to turn them up and down; inside out, he could not escape the faith they had laid upon him. No matter how he tossed and turned, he could not escape the vision she had created.
And it was not, that he had never known this truth. It was not, that he had found something new to fly from. No, it was nothing new it all. Not on his part. He had always known the truth of her words, always been in touch with the pain that he had hidden so well for others. No, the part of the truth the was now trying to drown into an ocean of liquid gold, was that she had always lived in the hell that he had merely grazed upon.
But you are.
That she had seen, recognised and understood every demon he had ever faced and battled - because she had seen them all. He did not live inside the illusion that his pain was her pain because she had gazed into the abyss inside his soul. No, he knew fairly well that his pain was her pain alone because the same deep darkness hided in her shattered soul. You could not share your monsters, you could merely recognise them in others and try to find something to battle your own.
There was no use in trying to save somebody by drowning there monsters in whatever mind-enhancing drugs you took. That was not the way the world worked. Not even for the immortal he had became. Immortal, but not divine. Never divine.

He closed his eyes, as if it would help to relieve some of the tension that was crushing his skull from inside out. Of course it did not. Despite the late hour, there was still too much noise around. Sometimes it was the thing he needed to empty his head, but on a day - or rather a night - like this, it just made things worse. It was like a swarm of angry bees which he couldn’t get rid off, right next to his head. Closing his eyes was a weak, almost pathetic, attempt to also closing his ears. Doomed to fail from the start.
Opening his eyes again, the only he thing he could conclude was that, at least, his drink was still there. The eighteen year old whisky glared at him, dark, golden and silent. Well, he wasn’t all too sure about that last part. Perhaps it was whispering to him, and the mumblings were just too low to catch for his insensitive and all too human ears. Nevertheless, even if he couldn’t physically catch the song, he was sure his body still functioned as some kind of receiver as he was still lured into drinking the liquid.
Time and time again.
At least he was old enough to drink. The irony of that thought made him chuckle underneath his breath - he was so much older than anyone in this room. Perhaps even, in this moment, anyone in this world all together. How much older would he be than the girl at the bar? Was she even allowed to be here without the supervision of her parents? He knew his thoughts had turned sour, but like ever he simply didn’t care. She couldn’t hear him, and even she could have, he would have neither cared nor apologised for his behaviour. Wearing an attitude of being nice, in general, was not his strong suit.

He looked at her as she turned her delicate head and lured the bartender into pouring her a drink. Normally he would have described such behaviour as flirting, but it didn’t suit her. The way she tilted her head, especially the way she looked up out of that deer-like eyes of hers, implied a whole different level of persuasion. It betrayed a royal heritage, as princes and princesses had learned how to breathe differently from the first moment they had laid eyes upon earth. No common man would ever walk the same way as one raised to be a king one day.
But even the kings would eventually had to bow before the gods.
He chuckled. What is a god, to a none-believer? - Oh yes, what is he.

Warmed by either the room or the translucent drink that was served to her, she shrugged the coat of her shoulders and revealed more pearly white skin. There was a gleam about her that was hypnotising; lured the eye and deceived the soul. He looked her up and down, his golden eyes for the moment softened by the kinder road his thoughts had taken as his mind was distracted to another woman. As if he had the right to mortalize a divine being by trying and catch her femininity in plain human words.
He noticed that, among many other things, human lacked imagination. It was why they, in the end, always bored him. It was why he had been closer to to the gods for as long as he could remember. And, despite populair believe, he had quite a long memory. He knew that he might have seen countless of faces without a name, people he would never recognise again, even if he had spent years in their company. No, people were all drowned in an ocean of nothingness, but if one would ask him to return to a place had only been once, more than a hundred years ago, he would go back as easily as if he had walked that road every day since.
Even in the count of people there were exceptions. Names and faces that even his forceful neglect couldn’t bring him to forget. Despite the person he had been, and the one he had became, there were still names he’d remember. Even after all those years and countless of ages. There always had been and there always would be.

His thoughts were interrupted as a pair of eyes prickled his skin; causing the hairs in his neck to stand up. The, all too human, girl with the glowing skin was looking straight at him. She tried to hide it, ever as graceful, the moment that their eyes locked, but she wasn’t swift enough to shield him from the curiosity that she held in that gaze of hers.

Moving away from the place he had been standing, towards her, he noticed the bartender tending to her second drink. It made him realise that he must have been severely distracted by his own mind. That or she was just a quick drinker.
Just a heartbeat after her this second drink got served to her, he landed his fingers around her glass. If she would have been reaching out in that same moment, her fingers would inevitable make contact with his.
His eyes deep and dangerous, he looked down at her. The gold had almost disappeared out of his gaze as his thoughts had turned back on their usual dark road. He would not consider himself to be an evil man, and from day to day he would never harm other beings on purpose. Nevertheless his mind was stormy and unpredictable - and being in his company could turn out a treacherous place to be.

’You are too young to drink.’ It was not a question, and he did not bring it as such. Instead he brought her glass to his lips and tasted the liquid. Straight away he decided to stick with what he already had known: he liked his golden drink way better than this clear substance that was so renowned in this city. In the end, however, it was just an other thing that did not matter as it would not influence his behaviour in any way: ’You would not mind if I take it from you, now would you?’ He showed her a half-smile, his eyes briefly lighting up with an ocean of golden sparks. His stormy soul roughly hidden behind the veil of darkness.


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Corinne Lvov
 Posted: 09 Aug 16, 17:32
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"STARS KISS MY PALMS AND WHISPER ‘TAKE CARE MY LOVE, ALL BRIGHT THINGS MUST BURN."

princess musician
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flirting w. flight
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DAMAGED AND BROKEN AND UNHINGED
There was a disturbance of air that rushed around her shoulders, soft as a whisper upon her skin that made her shiver slightly to feel it wrap around her. The flower still tucked behind her ear wavered, tickling her, and threatened to flutter down from its perch and trail to the floor below. Corinne reached for her drink in that instance, but halted and instead shifted to safely retuck the flower as a shadow unfolded itself before her. Her vast eyes widened even further as she turned and looked up, taking in the entrancing figure that had materialized and simultaneously seized her newly arrived drink. Her gaze flicked between his hand taking her glass and his eyes, golden and swirling like molten honey as they peered down at her. She couldn't read his expression, not truly, but if she had to guess she would say he looked mildly bemused, like a cat smiling at a bird. 'You are too young to drink.' He stated without pause, a voice that was pleasantly ominous if not sinister to her young ears. He was not wrong, not entirely, but she did not have the courage to bother explaining the situation to him. She could easily allow herself to become intoxicated by his very presence if she was not cautious with herself now, she realized. On top of the drink she had already consumed, there was no telling how much more easily her senses could be dulled and preyed upon.


’You would not mind if I take it from you, now would you?' He asked, though it was never a question, as he lifted the glass and drained the liquid within. She blinked, watching until he finished and noting that he didn't seem to enjoy the drink itself so much as taking it from her. There was something threatening about him, though she admitted she only found it to be intriguing so far. She was not someone who was used to the feeling of threat, and thus she was never truly sure if she could recognize it when it showed up. Once she had adjusted to his presence, she actually appeared quite calm and collected as before, only momentarily thrown off balance by his abruptness. "You don't seem to like it, sir. Perhaps, you could suggest something better then?" The saw out of the corner of her eye that the bartender was looking at them, and swiveled her gaze to wordlessly let him know she was fine. At least, she thought she was fine. She returned to the gentleman. "You are very bold. Who are you?" She inquired, her tone reflecting her upbringing with a note of authority in it that she couldn't quite get rid of, her subconscious ever betraying her.


Around them, the other people seemed to fade out of existence and into the background, trickling out of the room and disappearing into the darkness beyond. The candles that provided the dim lighting in the small bar burned down to their wicks one by one, the night creeping further and further in until the shadows almost completely owned the place. It only made her shine brighter in the blackness, a strange magical quality about her that she had carried with her all her life, wherever she ventured. The air around her and between her and the stranger glittered slightly, like stardust was floating between them as her round eyes shyly looked away, knowing it was her doing. She had never been able to hide it or turn it off, and the darker the nights grew in the long winters, the more her being seemed to defy it. She glowed until the room no longer needed the candles' light to remain illuminated, and though she wished she could stop it, she loved the feeling of peace it granted her internally. She was a girl who had never been afraid of the dark.


Carefully, she turned her head back to the man, allowing his golden eyes to see hers once again as she looked for any sign of disgust or fear within them. She had received both reactions before, among many others, when people had noticed her strange quality in its fullness. She waited for him to leave, but it did not happen. She could really use another drink now, she decided. "I'm Corinne." She offered him, wondering if he would recognize the name at all. Usually, only the natives of her country did, and even then it was only with the aid of a formal announcement complete with her titles that they could place her. She glanced at the empty glass still nestled in his hand and reached out for it, lightly touching his fingers in order to remove them. She might as well have been electrocuted, but she only flinched and continued to retrieve her glass. She would not be quick to touch him again, though. "Did you have a suggestion for me to try, or is it to be the vodka again?" She ignored that he had questioned her age earlier, knowing it was not truly an issue even if he did not.

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Fingall Akesh
 Posted: 11 Aug 16, 15:49
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Paying close attention as to how she reacted to him, he noted that she hid her amazement quite well. Not entirely, but a lot better than most people could - or would. He could not tell if she was impressed, and neither did he care. After all he wasn’t here for her, he was merely here for his own amusement. Even so he must admit that he was fascinated by her. She was very pretty, in a fragile kind of way. He liked her eyes, big and beautiful, and her hair, the white curls that fell down like foam on the ocean-waves. He like the way she moved her head and her elegant neck. Her slender wrists and long and thin fingers. He liked a great deal more about her and, as in the most ways he fell for people, he could quite easily obsess over all of these attractive features. Nevertheless that was not the reason he was standing next to her, holding her glass, looking down upon that fragile little creature she was. No, the reason he was standing there, was in the way she looked around, the pride she hold in her eyes, and power she hold with her tongue. It was in the questions she asked, calm and collected, like she encountered people like him every day. For all he knew, she could. For all he knew, she never would.

Even so, despite her utter beauty, and all the proper manners, he most certainly did not like the way she spoke to him. As if she could lay claim upon him with her words. As if she could demand him to answer. As matter of fact, it was even worse: she made it sound like not answering was not even an existing option in this universe. It was a gift of the gods, laid upon some human-beings. He could tell, by all the polite words she was using and all of her grace, that they could have picked a way worse being to grant this particular gift to than this sparkly creature. But even a gift of the gods couldn’t make him answer questions he found no interest in. For even the gods knew they could not bend him to their will. He could know, he had faced them. That thought distracted him, so easily; his gaze was a thousand miles away before he could even start upon thinking an answer of her demands.

Everything snapped back into place and time the moment she touched him. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but he had roamed the worlds long enough to ever let his guard down. Touching him, without being invited to do so, was at best painful. At worst it could be deadly. For a moment he wondered how many victims his sister had made. Her powers being so much stronger than his. This one, at least. He didn’t allow himself to get distracted any further. The girl - he thought she had mentioned a name, but it had already escaped him - could have demanded all she liked in the most properly phrased sentences in the world, but it hadn’t been as near as effective as this one simple touch.

Catching her gaze again, pretty eyes for a pretty girl, he noticed that something had changed about her. It took his mind a couple of seconds to comprehend what it exactly was that had changed. At first he thought it was the room. Then he realised it was her rather than the things that surrounded them. She was, quite literally, shining. It was like stardust floating all around her, or perhaps that her inner-light had found a way to shine outside of her. Like a flame that had escaped his candle. With his free hand - he still wasn’t releasing the glass she was reaching for - he reached out to one of the sparks. But just like light, it only shone upon his skin and remained just out of touch. Keeping a well-calculated distance from her face, hair and body, he lighted one of his own sparks, curious if this would interact with hers. His mind doubted it, but he couldn’t help to stay hypnotized. There weren’t much things in life he considered to be absolutely magical, but light was without a doubt one of these things.

The one spark he had lighted, made him also aware of the close proximity of the hand that could so easily light another one - or a whole series of them. Her slender and pale fingers were still leaning against the glass. Despite tactically avoiding any contact with his skin, she didn’t back down either. As much confirmed her words as she dryly asked him - again - if he could advise her something better. He could, but it wouldn’t be about the drinks. His lips curled up in a wolfish smile: ’Have you ever?’ It could be a question as well as it could be a statement. And if it was a question, it was a question that could contain all the answers in the world.

Once again he stole the glass away from her, turning it upside down, but now left it alone the bar. His gaze unwavering locked with hers, he pulled his hand back. His eyes had lightened up with deep golden sparks, and he might not shine as she did, there was suddenly a certain light inside of him. Like he was greatly enjoying himself. To him it felt more like he had waken up in the eye of the hurricane: in this moment everything around him was perfectly silent, but the storm would catch up soon enough. That thought, that realisation, sent the adrenaline with a jolt through his body. He cocked his head aside, still smiling, still holding her gaze, still ignoring all of her words and questions and demands - and asked her the only thing that was on his mind: ’Have you ever walked the streets with a god?’ It sounded like a dare and more over an invitation to do so.

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Corinne Lvov
 Posted: 12 Aug 16, 15:13
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"STARS KISS MY PALMS AND WHISPER ‘TAKE CARE MY LOVE, ALL BRIGHT THINGS MUST BURN."

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Corinne knew she did not have the strange gentleman's full attention when she caught sight of his glazed over eyes, as if they were looking upon different worlds entirely apart from the one in front of him. She tilted her head curiously as she looked at him, waiting until the spark that ignited her skin when she had touched him made him snap back to reality - which meant he must have felt something too. It only deepened her curiosity, making her wonder at what he was, who he was. But, he had ignored her questions. He hadn't even seemed to hear them. That was new for the princess, who was unaccustomed to anything not being forthright and forthcoming with her. She asked a question, she got an answer; she asked to hear music, a tune would be played; she felt like having a drink, one would be served. It had been her way of life since childhood, and she had never realized that's not how it worked for some people. It probably made her come off as entitled and arrogant to some, but him being the first to disregard her in such a way only seemed to enlighten her. She was not irritated by it, rather fascinated. No one had ever deemed to act like an equal, or even her better, had they not been her parents or other royals.


His face came alive when he noticed the glowing, she saw. She felt...something. Maybe it was relief. His eyes were dancing with the light, dark hair shimmering beneath the dust as it hovered around him, and it gave him the look of a dark night glittering with only a few small stars twinkling overhead. She observed him as he tried to touch the specks of light, and a small smile grew from her lips as she found herself feeling amused. For the first time she noted that he was remarkably handsome, for a random stranger in a bar. The enchanted look upon his features as he gazed around him at the strange dust in the air was transforming, softening the threatening edge she had seen before. She was certain it was still there, nonetheless. His fingers seemed to buzz and hum just then, and her small smile parted in wonder as she watched a new sparkling light emerge from his hand, a small flicker reaching out for the stardust hovering above. She had never seen anything close to the ethereal light she carried with her in another, and suddenly she realized he had some strange quality about him as well. She blinked at him in newfound wonder, awed and stunned.


The two lights flickered beside one another for a few seconds, and then her own dimmed a bit, noting the presence of another source. She always shined less brightly during the day, when the sun lit up the sky and no extra light was needed. It wasn't surprising that hers should dwindle a bit in more light now either. The air flickered and seemed to sing a low tone for a moment, energy building around her and she could only stare at the man, forgetting all of her questions and that he was still holding onto her drink. It all seemed trivial now. The two sparks remained, hers having adjusted to the brightness, and the atmosphere seemed to settle around them again. "It's beautiful..." She uttered, looking at the other spark and noting the differences. It wasn't a pure white like the stars and moonlight, but still a glow all the same, and it surged and ebbed with power and singes. Like the chaos in the sky during a storm. Maybe that was why it had hurt to touch him earlier, she decided. "I've never seen anything else quite like it." She added, finally at her revelation.


Eventually, when he seemed more focused on her once again, his lips curled into a mischievous kind of smile that might have frightened some. Corinne did not know fear, not truly, and had never been in a situation where her life was at stake. She held his gaze, unblinking, as he asked her, 'Have you ever-' and waited, unsure if it was a full question or not. She pulled back a bit as he swept the glass out of her reach and pulled it back to him, flipping it over and pushing it down in the bartop. It looked like they were done with drinks for the night, she guessed. His gaze stayed with her, lighting up and shimmering in his own golden way, and she realized he was having fun. It was a contagious feeling, apparently, and she couldn't help a tiny grin as he cocked his head and looked at her almost playfully. 'Have you ever walked the streets with a god?' His voice rang again, a low chime with the answer already playing in his ears. She waited a moment, a pregnant silence heavy with the hint of the dare lingering between them. Maybe she was a hapless rabbit playing into the jaws of the wolf and did not realize it, but if that was so then it was a pretty lure all the same. "I don't think I've ever had the pleasure...not knowingly." Her voice came at last, a musical tone echoing after her words that seemed to mimic the chords and notes of her piano earlier that evening.


She impulsively turned and slid down from the barstool, landing prettily on her toes and taking a few steps away, the stars swirling around her as she disturbed them. It was pretty inside the hotel's barroom, but outside in the middle of the night she knew her stars and light would truly shine in all their glory. She smiled and walked towards the doorway, pausing to look over her shoulder at him. "Is that what we're going to do tonight?" She asked in a slightly coy way, probably as close to flirting as she had ever really put effort into trying. She wasn't sure why she did it, but it was said and done now. She lingered a second longer and then drifted out into the hallway, making her way to the exit where the shadows and darkness awaited without. She walked out and let the cold night air hit her bare shoulders, making her tremble as her senses came rushing awake again. The stars glittered and followed her, soaring up and around to fill up as much space at her light could reach. It was as bright now as if the moon had been full and shining, rather than hiding its face on that eve. She looked up at the sky, feeling her skin pulse and race with the distance and depth her magic was able to expand to. She felt alive.

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Fingall Akesh
 Posted: 21 Aug 16, 10:40
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The wonder in her eyes, the smile on her face, it did all go by unnoticed as he solemnly stared at the little spark dancing around one of her small stars. It was absolutely fascinating how hers adjusted its light in reaction to his. It didn’t give way in any other matter: it stayed exact in the same spot as it had been before, just a little bit less bright. Like it only found it worth to shine its light upon the things hidden in the dark - not the ones that already were in plain sight.

Half-heartedly he turned his head as she-who-was-clothed-in-stardust spoke to him, unwilling to break his gaze away from the one thing that now connected them. He didn’t even bother to nod as she noted the beauty of the phenomenon: it was the stating of the obvious. Her second statement did, however, make his head turn and his eyes, all gold and black, lock with hers. He showed her a lazy smile, like the lion that had faced a possible prey, but didn’t found it worthy to get up for: ‘I assure you, my lady, that you neither have met a person quite like me.’ It only took the stars half a second to distract him again. They, indeed, were quite fascinating.

After his question he had somehow expected her to argue with him - to tell him there were no gods out there, but despite these expectations, she did not do so. She merely accepted his suggestion as reality. Her answer was deliberate, emphasising her royal heritage. This was no girl who answered without thinking - or left any options open when she did. She might have walked the streets with a god - unknowingly. He wondered if such a thing was possible at all. To him the gods were very outstanding creatures; hard to miss, like a sudden flame in a otherwise pitch-black night. On the other hand: some humans possessed strange and wonderful powers too. Like he did. Like she did. Unless glowing was the normal state of a human-being and he had just never noticed it before. His head snapped up; his eyes exploring that thought. No. Nobody was glowing but the girl with the silver hair and a voice like a melody. He would have noticed. He might be ignorant, but never that ignorant.

His eyes followed her movements as she slipped of her barstool and landed on her feet. She had the ease and grace of a practiced dancer and it made her joy to look at. Even though he had a hard time on focussing on anything but the sparkling and dancing stars surrounding her, his eyes kept somehow drifting back to her pretty figure and sparkling eyes. The way she looked at him as she turned, made him smile. Somehow he perceived her to be so young and ignorant. She was the girl that could play with a tiger and succeed in earning its trust, guided by some kind of miracle. Wonderfull all the same, it was the kind of story that, in his perception, never could end well. Besides a snow-leopard, with his coat of silver, would suit her way better than any tiger ever could.

Grabbing his cape he turned away from the bar. His gaze never broke away from the body of the girl. Nevertheless he was aware of the bartender staring at his back, perhaps worried about that delicate shining creature. Perhaps he should be. But what was he going to do about it? He was nothing but a mortal after all. He could so easily cause destruction in this place, with nothing but a mere thought - and the girl would be forgotten about altogether. Even so he had never felt the need to cause destruction in such a way. He could be highly destructive, yes, but it was the kind of destruction that ended up destroying people. Not places.

Her voice had a nice ring to his ears as she playfully asked him about his plans. He smiled, but did not answer; let his hand hover behind her back as he walked up behind her. Too far away to be touching her, yet too close to ignore. This time he made fairly well sure he had his power under control and pushed away; not willing to electrify her again. Not literally, that was, at least. Stepping outside, the light surrounding her was bright enough to make him see clearly; therefor his eyes didn’t need time to adjust to the darker surroundings. Besides, they were still glued to her elegant posture, and to the stardust that was dancing around her, lighting up her delicate features. Deep and low in his stomach he could feel how the magic was radiating off of her, empowered by the darkness now surrounding them. His jaw and shoulders tensed as he realised how close on the edge he was of losing control. It did not help that the cold made her bare shoulders tremble. Without thinking he stroke the back of his hand up across her spine, drawing a line from her neck over her shoulders. His eyes glazed over the stars that moved as he did, following the line he made, falling back in line with her body as soon as his fingers had passed.

He dropped his hand and stepped back, gazing over head into the darkness; his breath stuck in his throat. Somewhere he could hear his own voice whisper a reply to the question she had asked, but he couldn’t get his lips to move and speak those words. It took him several seconds to regain hold of the storm that was battling him from the inside. Eventually he did turn his head, still not looking at her, his gaze dark - intense. ’It is a dangerous game you play, little star.' A slight moment of hesitation, then: 'Tonight there are no gods out to save you.’

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 Posted: 25 Aug 16, 12:54
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DAMAGED AND BROKEN AND UNHINGED
It was true, she hadn't ever met a person like him. But then again, she hadn't met all that many people beyond the introduction of their title and the long list of names that came after it. So many faces had passed before her, looking for recognition, only to added to a catalogue of unknowns who all bled together like paints beneath a waterfall. She had met many people, but only ever known but a handful. She contemplated knowing this man, unnamed yet and with eyes of spilled gold and untold mysteries. She might never know him, but she decided she wanted to - and that would probably be her undoing. She heard him follow her, or more felt it than heard it because he apparently could move effortlessly and silently if he so wished it. The prickly presence of him nearby was not something she could ignore, however, and she could feel her skin tingling at the nearness of his hovering hand, like the atmosphere was bubbling and spiking with him. It wasn't painful, but it was a sensation somewhere between tickling and itching, static and energetic. "I suppose you've met a dozen like me." She mused a loud.


She could not know exactly what she meant by that, because honestly who could claim they had met a dozen princesses? Or a dozen renowned musicians? Let alone a dozen princess musicians. But in that moment, all she could see of herself was a fragile, frail girl with big eyes who had no notion of danger or badness in the world. A girl like so many other at her naive age who perhaps walked too willingly into the dark with the vague idea that it might not swallow them whole because they were different, special somehow. She did not want to be that girl, but maybe that was all she ever would be in the end, after she shed her royal blood and the titles, once she walked the street as merely another face. She had not ever given this notion much thought before, only a passing consideration to be swept aside by her daily routines, and now this man brought it rushing to her mind once again. She may just be a silly girl who knew nothing of life but stars and dreams and beauty after all. She turned after stopping outside, looking at him once more in newfound light from the brightness outside.


He had long hair that gleamed with youthful vitality, the same glittering eyes of gold she had first perceived, and a stature that was lean and tall, but certainly far from frail. There was always a hint of a coyness behind his expression, or at least that's what she would describe it as so far, and he seemed to be somehow...frozen in time. She could not quite figure a guess as to how old he was, though at first glance she had thought he was somewhere close to thirty or just shy of it by a couple of years. Now she was not so sure, with such sparkling lights around him he almost looked as young as her for a few moments, and in others as old as her father if not even older - an ancient knowing in his posture and gaze. She did not know what to make of him, other than that she was intrigued and possibly a little bit awed. He looked back at her with such intensity that she almost felt naked, vulnerable and transparent as if nothing about her unknowable to him. How strange a feeling. She turned away and looked up at the sky instead, seeking solace in the familiar.


The sky was her home, more so than her palace or all the hotel rooms she had ever graced could be. The sky gave her a comfort only matched by the smiles and hugs of her siblings thus far in her life. It didn't even always have to be the night sky, for the stars and the moon were still up there hiding during the day, but the night sky was her favorite. It was darkness and light combined, inky and shining and glistening just like her skin. It made her feel not so alone with her ethereal strangeness that most people found off-putting. She blinked and almost smiled at the serenity in the night, before she noticed there was no moon. It seemed almost symbolic as she simultaneously felt a chill at her back, tensing up and turning her surprised eyes back on the man. She felt the trail his fingers left in their wake, traveling up her spine with a delicate yet ever so very there stroke that left her in a rush of heat. Her eyes were trained on him, unblinking as he completed his journey, traveling across her shoulders and down her arm to eventually pull away perhaps too soon.


She almost wanted him to do it again, but that thought also scared her as she looked at him. He was changed, the intensity in his gaze closer to being unhinged and full of some emotion she had no word for. She saw as he caught his breath, seeming to gain back whatever it was he had nearly lost, but he eyes were several shades darker than before and it made her tilt her head in bewilderment. Did her own eyes shift in hues of blue with her emotions as well? No one had ever mentioned anything about it, and somehow she had never noticed anyone else's eyes but his do this before. ’It is a dangerous game you play, little star. Tonight there are no gods out to save you.’ His voice came at last, and she involuntarily took a step back, out of reach of his hand. She missed it once the step had been taken, but she was unsure what to think about his words. For the first time, she thought for a second that maybe this was what a dangerous person looked like, but she blinked at that thought and couldn't quite accept it. Was danger supposed to look charming and inviting? She had never been told the two could go hand in hand, and instead of retreating further like a wise woman might, she merely stayed where she was.


"If it's a game we're playing, then I should like to hear the rules..." She uttered, casting her eyes down and then eventually away from his intense ones. She sought out the sky once again, and let it warm her with its coolness and the night breeze, which swept her hair behind her shoulders and left it hanging in loose tendrils behind her. She shivered and wondered if she had left her coat back in the barroom. Still looking at the sky, she took in a breath and regained her sense of ground again now that she wasn't lost in his eyes and magnetic persona. "I wonder at which gods I should look to for saving anyways." It was more a thought spoken aloud, than a true question. She did not know much on the matter, though the realm had its official religions and spiritualities. She had never gotten invested in them and it didn't affect her so directly. Did he mean those figures, or perhaps some other foreign ones, distant and unknown to her? She shrugged at the pointlessness of her ignorance there, and sighed aloud, a quiet breath of fog blowing out into the air in front of her, misty and cluttered with tiny specks of stardust. Maybe she had started breathing stars now as well. "The only one I have ever felt was the moon."

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 Posted: 06 Sep 16, 14:22
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’A dozen like you,’ he chuckled underneath his breath. Trying to imagine what a dozen like her would look like. She would set the sky on fire, with all the stardust that was woven in her snow-white wisps. The corner of his mouth curled up as he realised that she also looked like the kind of girl that would dance naked underneath a sky on fire. Or, if she was not, perhaps she was the kind of girl that could be persuaded to do so. His eyes trailed her body, following the layers of pretty clothes, that couldn’t entirely hide her fragile figure. She must make a great dancer, without a doubt. ’Can you dance?’ he asked without blinking - her question already forgotten.

He noticed how all of the sudden she switched from royal daughter to insecure girl. How awfully normal and shy she looked in a light that could not cover her young age. He watched her as she looked at him. Like she tried to make sense out of him, perhaps bound him in her thoughts and expectations. Many had made that mistake, and he never really cared. Oh, he had blamed them, but caring - caring was from a whole different level. Yet, there was a certain innocence in her gaze that kept him hypnotised as well as curious. It made him wonder what she did make of him. Probably something that would make him smile and write her down as naive. But still. As she looked at him, he wasn’t capable of tearing his gaze away. He followed her hair as it flowed in the wind and the subtle glitter of her skin, as it was lighted by the moon and the stardust that still surrounded her. Most of all he was focused upon her soft eyelashes and the beautiful eyes they shielded. Eyes filled with curiosity and calculation, measuring him every inch.

He looked at her, until his own words broke the tension and she backed away from his hand. It made him smile, but it was a dark smile, containing dark humour and dark thoughts. He was familiar with rejection, used to it even. People tended to back away from the things they didn’t know, and even more from the things they unconsciously feared. And fear him, she should. Even if they had been normal people, if he decided to hunt her down and do all those dark and nameless things to her … she wouldn’t stand a change. Not in the slightest. Never had he been that kind of man, not even in his darkest moments, but he was aware that some people saw him as such. Just for a moment he considered what kind of life that would be. Before he caught distracted by the thought how many men had looked at her with the desire to chase her. Hunt her down. The thought somehow angered him and darkened his eyes, but he calmed himself in time by realising what she was and what that meant. No matter how many filthy men might have had the thought to chase her, none of them would have dared to do so. It was not the kind of girl that could disappear without consequences; in the end, the hunter would eventually end up being the hunted. And if it wasn’t whoever was assigned to protect her, would hunt them down, he might just do so himself. If they only happened to be in the way. He was not the dark man that chased an innocent girl, but - by all the gods - he was the dark monster that waited in the alley till that evil man appeared. No evil should go unpunished.

Turning his focus back to her - away from his dark and somewhat cluttered thoughts - he smiled, lighting a cigarette, still silently eying her as she stood there. Just out of reach, but would he lean over he could touch her again. He wondered how many times like this she had wandered away. Couldn’t be too much, because, if it would have been, she had learned to recognise the danger of his touch way earlier. Or, perhaps, of course, she wasn’t just as sensible as she had been taught to be. Perhaps she craved for danger, the same way as he did. Perhaps she needed it, needed something out of the ordinary. Like he did. Did - and offered. Because the extraordinary was what his soul was longing for. That was why he had gone to that magic kingdom of dreamers, now such a long time ago. That was why he had set fire to the place, when it couldn’t bring him the freedom he always was looking for. It was why he had flirted with the gods, made them fall for him, unaware and uncaring about the possible consequences. It was why he was here now, talking with a girl that was so much more than a normal human being - and then he wasn’t even referring to the silver stardust that caped her body like a cloak. His eyes moved back up her face, following the outlines of her cheekbones and her jaw, eventually ending up all the way back at her eyes. He was looking for some kind of familiarity, some sort of recognition or clue about who she was. What her status really was - and the kind of danger that would lay upon him. Not that he cared about danger. Danger was relative.

‘If it's a game we're playing, then I should like to hear the rules…’ He chuckled. ‘Why is it, that you assume I would do such a thing as play by the rules?’ Albeit he had been focused at the start of the sentence and his eyes - gold and black and stormy - fixated on hers, he was nonetheless distracted before had even spoken the last word. In his mind there was an old friend knocking on a door. Black hair, silver eyes and a kingdom at his feet. He had loved games - and rules. Because cheaters never win. So, in order to beat him at his own game, he had merely changed the rules. His gaze shifted back to the girl, who was gazing upon the skies again. Little star did fit her, as she so seemed to be continuously longing to be reunited with her sisters again. He did not play games and if he did there were no rules. Only truth, dare, a bit of chaos and maybe, just maybe, a touch of magic. And of course, the gods. Always the gods.

Taking another shot of his cigarette he smiled. ‘You never had to face any gods.’ It wasn’t a real question, more of a statement. He didn’t wait for a reply; speaking more of his thoughts: ‘I have known a couple. One offered me a kingdom, but I rather be a god than a king - especially if it his crown I have to wear.’ Realising something he quite brusquely shut of his sentence. All of the sudden his gaze was intense. Dropping his cigarette, only half smoked, he closed in at her. Not that distance between them had changed, she was still within grasp, but he didn’t feel like he was close enough. Soft, barely touching her, he moved his fingertips along her cheekbone, pushing away some of her silver curls, eventually cupping her delicate face. For just a heartbeat he was distracted by her lips, but then he regained focus and just looked in her eyes. ‘What crown is trust upon your head?’ She was royalty, but he wasn’t even sure if that was what he was asking. He had known as much straight away. He mused what it was he wanted to know now, and decided that it was because the stars were written in her eyes. Not in poetic kind of way, no, in a very real, dazzling and almost dangerous kind of way. Almost, because even if she could command the fires of the skies he would never, not at a moment, consider her dangerous. Astonishing beautiful, yes. Dangerous? Not so much.

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 Posted: 15 Sep 16, 01:34
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flirting w. flight
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DAMAGED AND BROKEN AND UNHINGED
She could try to look at the sky as long as possible, but every time she did her concentration was only broken again by his alluring voice, pulling her eyes back to him with a low command laced beneath his tongue within every insignificant word he uttered. She lowered her gaze to him once again, letting his comment slide off of her without really hearing it. His eyes were greedy in their pursuits; she had noticed it and not done anything about it. She did not mind him looking at her, that was something she was used to with her life and all its trappings. It felt different somehow, the way he devoured her with his eyes compared to the way other people did - she could feel it in her insides. His gaze was heavy, magnetic. She blinked as he suddenly asked, 'Can you dance?' Her smile in response was instant, making her blue eyes twinkle at the question. "My sister is a ballerina. I grew up learning some of her lessons with her...she is far more talented and graceful than I will ever be. But, yes. I can dance."


His eyes never seemed to leave her anymore, like he couldn't get enough of her appearance or her presence there in the night. Maybe it should have unsettled her. But nothing did until his dark words that caused her to back away, and then the darker smile that spread out from his lips in reaction to her. It felt like a challenge - how close would she let him get? She couldn't be sure, and she was nearly afraid of the answer. He was formidable and intimidating, but beyond that she was not sure of anything else about him. She did not think he would hurt her, that was something he could have done by now if he had really wanted to and she was fully aware of that. It was a comforting notion, and it helped her stay rooted to her place, only an arm's reach away from the golden eyed man. She could only see the way his eyes flickered in the burning light of his cigarette butt, the smoke trailing up into the night between them. She hadn't ever smoked before, always raised to think it a vice. She wondered what the smoke tasted like. Maybe she could have found out if the taste lingered upon his lips...


He seemed to float closer without needing to move his feet to do so, but still she remained. Her head tilted back so she could look up at him better, seeing the way the thoughts cascaded in a torrent behind his amber orbs. The air felt electric again, like sparks were jumping off of his form and trying to encompass her and draw her in. She trembled and kept her eyes focused, determined to absorb every sensation. She didn't know what she was after anymore, why she had chosen to keep this man's company. It would have been so much easier to simply return to her chambers and sleep and dream, but she hovered here ever still, suspended and caught in his wake. Something about him compelled her and drew her, some unknown force she could not name. She felt like there was a likeness between them, perhaps not an exact one, but a small similarity like the sharing of a secret no one else could interpret. Maybe that was why she was still here, still consumed by his weighty, shifting eyes that beckoned her. He was studying her as deeply as she was him, though she supposed he was making further headway in figuring her out than the reverse. He was still an enigma to her. A handsome one, but a mystery all the same.


‘Why is it, that you assume I would do such a thing as play by the rules?’ He asked her calmly, not a trace of concern. She subtly shook her head and replied bluntly, "I'm trying not to make any assumptions about you." He lifted the cigarette to his lips again, taking another drag. 'You never had to face any gods. I have known a couple. One offered me a kingdom, but I rather be a god than a king - especially if it his crown I have to wear.’ His words released the smoke and this time his nearness caused it to curl around her nose, making her wrinkle it with the slight sting of the ashes that fluttered around in the air. His words were baffling, statements of grandeur that suggested goings-on far beyond her realm of reality. She tilted her head as she processed them. She never thought to doubt that what he said was true. It seemed to be a given thing and she couldn't question it as much her logic wanted to ask what he was talking about. "You want your own crown?" She mused to him, trying to understand. But he seemed to be done with that train of thought - her eyes briefly followed the cigarette as it fell to the cold street underfoot, dropped and discarded before it was gone.


He was closer than ever before when she breathed in and looked back up, his eyes peering down into hers with all reckless turmoil and pent up motion. She felt her breath hitch as his fingertips rose to find her skin, framing her cheeks with a delicately light touch that seemed to levitate and ask her wordlessly if they could remain. She did not try to move away or stop him, she wouldn't have even if she had wanted to. He trailed fire upon her cool face with those dangerous fingers and she felt her lips part involuntarily as her senses awakened. She could feel everything, hear his breathing the and slow rhythm of his heart, smell the headiness of his intoxicating scent. He pushed back a lock of her hair, sending stardust fluttering down around her pale eyes, which now seemed to be as milky and radiant as the moon, the palest of blues with a corona of light emanating from within them. His eyes flicked to her lips, she saw them and couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Did he want to lean in and kiss her? Was that what she wanted him to do? She felt her eyelids sink to a half-lidded look of unnameable longing, her lashes shielding the light from her shining eyes. She was on the verge of leaning in closer to him when his words halted her, ‘What crown is thrust upon your head?’


She paused, her lids opening again as she took in the words. He must know by now who she was, but that couldn't be what he meant, not what he was asking her. Her mind raced as she saw undecipherable flashes from many years ago, images of her sister before she had lustrous white hair. Her sister had been pale always, but once dark haired and dark eyed - like their father - she had been told. Something had changed and that was when all the Lvov children had started exhibiting signs of peculiarity, things that normal citizens would be banished for. Magic and lore were not things her country was fond of - if it had been common knowledge that all the siblings had turned ghostly pale and glowing, there would have been an outrage. Why people failed to notice she was essentially a moving, breathing star whenever darkness clouded overhead, she could not say. But, it had always been a secret fear of hers that she would be exiled and hunted down because of her stars. The images that flashed back had been summoned by his question, but she still did not have a true answer. So, she replied with the only knowledge she did have. "I'll never wear a crown...it is not my birthright." That too belonged to her sister.


She shrugged, her mind distracted for the first time in a real way because of the memory barrage. She turned her gaze away, still trying to mull through what it meant. She might never know for sure. She could ask Ravenne, but she knew the eldest daughter never liked to discuss the topic. And she certainly could not bring it up to father, cold and withdrawn and prone to deny the existence of any magical element in the world entirely. He had secrets, and she had no way of gaining them. She had always been content to let them lie, sleeping and untouched and never thought about; but this night made her wonder at things for the first time in a long time. Wonder about why she was how she was, if there might be something else in the universe that awaited her to discover it. Mysteries everywhere, in the distance, in the past, and standing right in front of her. She remembered his hands were still touching her and she found his eyes once more, hers having returned to their normal shade of sky blue as the glow had faded a bit. The feeling of her senses being on high alert, awake and aware of every single detail, had also dimmed.


She moved for the first time again to return his touch, lifting her hands to rest them upon his forearms, lightly at first as if expecting a slight shock again, before settling and embracing the contact. "Did you want to dance?" She asked, letting a new smile overtake her expression hopefully. She had not danced beneath a moonless sky in years, or even one with a moon. Certainly never with a beguiling stranger. She wanted him to send her twirling and catch her figure to send her into a dip and pull her back up again. Preferably into his embrace. She waited a moment before softly pulling to see if he would humor her - it was safe to assume dancing would eventually follow if one was asked if they could dance, she figured. She left his arms to begin the steps she had learned from childhood, lilting and elegant with fluidity that could only have been trained from youth, or possibly water - tears from the stars. She closed her eyes and allowed the songs in her mind to carry her, not seeing the dust that shimmered and fell from her limbs as she moved. When she had completed her little solo, her eyes reopened and she smiled again, holding out a hand to the man. "Or are you just going to watch?" She teased.

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 Posted: 20 Sep 16, 14:29
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He snickered as she referred to her sister, a ballerina: that was not the kind of dance he had been talking - or thinking about. Even though he didn’t comment on her answer, his thoughts kept lingering on the subject. If he could undress her with his eyes, he would do so - and given the chance he would strip away far more than her clothes. Oh, she was a pretty thing to look at, and that was sure a reason to stare at her, but in all her shyness and innocence he was more fascinated by the things she didn’t show. Or perhaps the ones he had failed to notice so far. He liked to watch how her mood switched from composed and in control to confused and insecure and back to utter fascination for whatever it was he was doing. He liked how she shone like a star, and how her light sometimes wavered - like her mood did. Moreover he did like the way she looked at him as he smoked; how she followed the smoke with her eyes and ended up being distracted by the shape of his lips. Yet, most of all he liked the way she looked back up; how she did manage to maintain eye-contact. How she could held his gaze and wasn’t scared away. Not by his words, nor by his actions. His face lit up with amusement, about her, about all of it. Yes that was, without a doubt, what he liked most of all. How his magnetism worked on everything, even on the stars.

‘I'm trying not to make any assumptions about you.’ Could she know how easy it was for her to caught him smiling again? Would she guess? He grinned at her and as he spoke there was a certain mockery in his voice: ’And how is that going so far?’ For him it was rhetorical question and he didn’t wait for a reply; too soon too caught up in his own thoughts and his own words to listen to a question he didn’t need an answer to. And yet, somehow, she managed that one sentence that made him stop in his tracks and rethink what he had just said. What she had said. ’You want your own crown?’ He stared at her, penetrating her with his gaze, searching for the thoughts in her head that could have led to such words. ’What makes you ask such a question?’ he wondered, out loud, his gaze wandering again. It seemed like, felt like, he couldn’t look at her and remain focused on his own thoughts at the same time. All the more when she spoke of things she could not know of. ‘No,’ he replied after a couple of seconds of silent thoughts, ‘it is not a crown that I want…’ There was more to that thought. Things he did not feel like sharing. If he could find a way to explain them in the first place anyway. Because how could he possible catch the greatness of the universe in mere and simple words. How could he explain to her what the difference was to wearing a crown and wanting to have a kingdom. What would talk about the gods mean to her? What is a king to a god - and a god to a non-believer?. He closed his eyes and turned his head away; ended up distracting her with another question, about another crown, that had spun to mind.

He had barely phrased this thought - it seemed to be lost in the air already - when he caught up with her expression. Her lingering eyes stirred something inside of him; he knew that expression, knew what it meant. However, she was distracted by his words before he could get a decent grip on it. Now there was a layer of confusion in her beautiful pale eyes - and he couldn’t even remember what he might have said that had distracted her so much. Not that it mattered, there wasn’t possible an answer interesting enough to be waiting for. Not for him, anyway. So when she finally spoke, he didn’t listen at all - not even in the slightest. Instead he traced the shape of her lower lip with his thumb; still cupping her face with the rest of his hand. She was no longer glowing, not as before, but she was magical all the same. Her stardust was resting on his skin, maybe doubting if it should try and shoo him away. If stardust could do such a thing.

She distracted him by asking another question that all of the sudden had become irrelevant - no he didn’t want to dance -, but nevertheless he allowed her to escape from his grip. His eyes followed not as much her body as the silver trail she left behind. The stars lightning up everything around her, including her soft white skin, that glowed like the moon on a bright night. She moved with the grace of an angel and, remembering what she had said before, he couldn’t imagine that her sister would move with more beauty. He refused to believe there was a being more elegant than this daughter of the stars that was in front of him right now.

But still. He did not want to dance. So when she offered him her hand, he grabbed it - sending one of his sparks through her veins, careful to keep it soft enough not to hurt her. With a certain rudeness that hadn’t been to his actions before, he pulled her close in the same movement as he stepped forward. Purposely reeling her off balance. Her gaze had awakened something inside of him that had been sleeping before, and as his mood shifted, so did his eyes - tending now more to black than to gold. With his free hand he moved her hair, the white whirling waterfall of locks, back over her shoulder, revealing the skin underneath it. His head close to hers, about to touch her, but still avoiding direct contact, he took in her scent. He closed his eyes; his breath came slowly. He could feel his blood racing underneath his skin, leaving a storm in his veins. Counting, focusing on something empty and meaningless as numbers - instead of his racing pulse - he moved his head back, till he caught her pretty shiny eyes again. He wondered if he looked as tense as he felt. Maybe he should dance - if only to relax his muscles a bit, even if his mind would remain unmoving.

No matter his thoughts, he remained frozen. In absolute silence he looked at her, the hairs in his neck standing all up, the electricity around him almost touchable. He knew that if he would lose focus, he would probably hurt her. Yet, on the other hand, he was so practiced in controlling his abilities that losing his temper was causing far more of a risk. ’No, I don’t want to dance,’ he whispered underneath his breath. With the hand closest to her face he touched her cheek again, not only enjoying the softness of the skin, but more surely the light that was radiating from it. He was still fascinated by the little specks of stardust that moved as she did and cluttered together around his fingers. Again he couldn’t help but notice that it was like they were trying to protect her. He pulled his hand away, and the small lights moved back into place, as he had never been there to interrupt them. Of course, he didn’t like that. Others might not leave an impression on him, but he surely insisted on leaving an impression on them - especially if they were so fascinatingly beautiful as this little creature. Thus he lifted his hand up in front of his face and blew some of his own sparks into to the air, careful not to blow them straight into her face. The whole act of it was all for show, since he could have created those sparks without even looking. But sometimes the show was all that matter. Just as fascinated by his own shade of stardust, that in reality was no stardust at all, he watched the little sparks as they flew of his hand. They danced around her posture, before settling between those little stars of hers; dimming a bit of her individual lights as they shimmered in a different shade of the same colour. He had no clue about how long they would last without him being near, but he didn’t care. For now they would last - and they were perfect.

Remembering her elegant movements more than her question, his eyes hooked up with her face again. ‘No,’ he repeated, ‘I do not want to dance. Yet I fear that if I will not dance with you, you might fairly well flutter away.’ Flutter, yes that was a nice way to put it. Like a butterfly. If she would have wings, she would probably have a pair of those: glass like and fragile. In light blue, pale like her moonlit eyes. Slowly, almost without thinking he made her turn in a small circle, away from his body. His mind was still caught up with the wings he had just imagined for her, and his gaze trailed her back as she turned, before he pulled her back to him. With his fingertips he caught her slender middle, holding her delicate fingers still in his other hand. This time he tried to keep some space between them, but it was hard, as a dance required closeness - at least in his opinion. That, and he had found out, somehow, that her silver hair was just a very nice place to rest his face. His mouth close to her ear he whispered about the one thing that could distract and calm his mind: ’With the electricity I hold in my veins, I could draw a pair of butterfly wings on your back. I could see if those little silver servants of yours would follow the lines, and made them look like the fires of the universe.’ He lowered his head a bit so his lips where now resting against the soft piece of skin directly underneath her earlobe. It felt cold and pleasant against his breath. ’How would you like that, mmh?’ he mumbled, his thoughts distracted again - and this time not by dreams of wings and stars and butterflies. But stardust there was. Stardust was definitely there.

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 Posted: 05 Oct 16, 13:32
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"STARS KISS MY PALMS AND WHISPER ‘TAKE CARE MY LOVE, ALL BRIGHT THINGS MUST BURN."

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DAMAGED AND BROKEN AND UNHINGED
She had begun to figure out that half of what she said would fall upon deft ears with this gentleman, especially if it was in response to his questions. So, she ignored them for a few moments, picking and choosing which things the left his lips to pay attention to and which to let the wind carry away into the night. She was getting more out of simply observing the way he stood before her, so very present and yet also pulled away by something unknown to her. He was there, but he was also elsewhere. And that made her wonder at all the things he would probably never say to her, what he could reveal about things she could only guess at. He was full of information and secrets, that she was sure of. And it drew her in closer to him when others might be put off, scared of the vast unknown and afraid to unravel the mysteries of the universe. She wanted to revel in it, to disappear into the sky and touch the stars.


It was only his sudden change of expression that caught her attention again and made her listen. 'It is not a crown that I want.' He was saying, and she recalled asking about it earlier. That could really mean anything, the way she heard it. His following silence and pondering left her only to assume he wanted greater things, like most men did. Power, knowledge, the ability to receive whatever one wanted at the clap of a hand. He didn't seem quite so simple as that. But who was she to guess at the desires of men? She would give him hers if it was that easy. She wasn't sure she ever really wanted a crown anyways, now that she thought about it. It didn't seem like either of her siblings did either - how ironic for the parents who only longed for a bright and brilliant child who could take their place upon a throne of cold marble to wind up with three who not the one of them cared for policy and sovereignty.


Moments later and she caught herself pulled out of her thoughts and words at the lightest touch upon her lips. She blinked and her breath floated out, caressing the hand that levitated upon her lips, moving tantalizingly slow. She realized he had come closer, his other hand covering one side of her face still from before. It was as if his touch had the ability to summon her back to the present, remind her of the time ticking right in front of her so that her mind did not get lost in the thoughts of her past and future. Much like the stars, she had the tendency to wander far far away, straying off into darkness even with illumination to guide the way. She felt a tickling as her skin glittered around his fingers, greeting the foreign touch with uncertainty, hesitance, but welcome. She liked the feel of his buzzing skin nestled upon her own, though she knew she probably shouldn't. She sighed deeply, her glow flickering with her mixed emotions.


And then she had moved off to dance, enjoying the distraction from how heavily his form weighed and loomed over her for a moment. She missed it all the same, and was slightly disappointed when he only proceeded to watch rather than step forward and wrap his arms around her waist, the way dancers often did, of course. Instead he merely watched, but his expression had shifted into one more of glowering, embers and darkness had replaced the molten gold rivers from before. She noticed, but it did not cause her to falter in her movements. It looked as though he wanted her to come back to him, but she had to finish her dance first. It was helping her to relax and remember herself a bit better, and she shined again at the carelessness that she was allowed when she was dancing. Towards the end, that was when she held her hand out to him in a last effort to pull him into the final motions. She had not expected the opposite to occur, and she stumbled forward as he pulled her to him roughly, all the grace in the world not able to put her back on balance again before she landed against his chest, breaking the forward motion.


Her breath rushed out upon impact, but she steadied herself and looked up, eyes wide as they peered into the black ones peering down at her. She righted her footing, but did not shy away, not even as his hand returned to her and began to run through her hair. She felt her skin chill, the feeling one got when goosebumps suddenly sprouted all over, and felt the energy humming in the air around them again. 'No, I don't want to dance.' He whispered, lips forming the words softly and capturing her eyes once more. His other hand rose to her cheek and she felt her arms instinctively reach around. They had been resting upon his chest after essentially crashing upon him, but now it felt natural to let them wrap loosely around his back, beneath the shoulders that were raised with his actions of touching her. She was calm as he became entranced by her stars again, eyes flickering with the reflections of her glowing little specks that gathered where his hand was on her cheek. He gently pulled back his hand and held it between them, close to his lips. She watched, curious as he looked up and blew life into the air overhead, fizzling sparks flying from his fingertips that crackled with electricity and energy.


Her expression looked fascinated as the little sparks flickered about and then eventually moved to settle around her, wrapping her in a surge of light and electric fire. It tickled, no it was stronger than that, it buzzed upon her flesh. "Oh..." She elicited as her skin felt like it was vibrating beneath her momentarily. If she hadn't been glowing before, she had to be shining now with so much power dancing about. She adjusted to the new feeling around her as he found her eyes again. 'No, ‘I do not want to dance. Yet I fear that if I will not dance with you, you might fairly well flutter away.’ He said again, a little more clearly than before. She smiled in response. "Perhaps. I have yet to find a satisfactory dance partner...it would be a shame to have to flutter away and continue looking." She replied evenly, still wishing he had wanted to dance. She could try another kind, she realized not everyone knew ballet or preferred it. She had seen balls and masquerades and knew there were other, more well-known dances out there to choose from. She could try to guess the kind he wanted...


Surprised, she let him send her out in a small spin, moving slowly as she felt his gaze penetrating her back and watching her closely. She arched her neck and twirled with beautiful curves as she completed the turn and faced him again. She wanted to move in closer again, perhaps put her arms back around him, feel his breath once more. It must show in her eyes, but she knew not what she was asking with them. He moved to hold her hand out from them and she felt his other one find the small of her back, pulling her in slightly but moving slowly, the simple two-step that suggested a slow dancing style. She smiled in appreciation once more, watching as he continued to look at her with eyes deep in thought. Thoughts she could guess at, but not be certain of. She was delighted when he stepped in closer to lose the space between them, and she let out a deep breath as he lay his head upon her wispy hair, resting there as they hovered nearer and nearer. She craned her head and her lips brushed the softer flesh upon his neck, leaving her breath lingering there. His lips were at her ear then, and she released his hand to move her own to his shoulder, gently resting it there.


’With the electricity I hold in my veins, I could draw a pair of butterfly wings on your back. I could see if those little silver servants of yours would follow the lines, and make them look like the fires of the universe.’ He sighed, his words tickling her ear and sending chills up and down her spine in a pleasant way. His words confused her, but she was intrigued ever still. "Butterfly wings? To fly?" She asked breathily, her words difficult to get out. She thought of his lips moving away from her ear, maybe circling around her cheek and jaw until they found hers. What would that feel like? Would her lips shine and tickle at the sensation? ’How would you like that, mmh?’ He continued, interrupting her thought. She imagined being closer to the stars, flying in the night sky. Surely, that was only a thing of dreams and not reality. Her skepticism had to show, but she wanted to believe in it, god she wanted it to be real. "Do you have wings too?" She asked, softly. "Can you touch the stars?" If he could, then he could let her do it too. That was the only way she could make sense of what he offered, if it was possible.


She moved her other hand out of his and then let the two fall lower, resting upon his waist, just above where his hips began to curve out from his torso. Her lips had lingered near his neck thus far, but she swiveled her head so that her eyes were back in front of him, holding his gaze tenderly for a moment before she looked down at his lips yet again. She thought she wanted him to kiss her at last, but she wasn't sure if she should, remembering how he had shocked her before when she had moved first to touch him. Her reluctance caused her head to move halfway closer to him and then pause, and then she instead pulled his hips closer to her with her hands, enjoying the way his aroma flooded her senses and left her a bit heady. Even the stars could be seduced, she supposed, perhaps always twinkling and burning for the bright sun that disappeared at night, hoping to bring it back once the morning arose. She blinked, thinking about his offer still as she peered at him. "Will you dance with me if I say yes? Any dance. " She breathed out at last.

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 Posted: 14 Jun 17, 14:22
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"No man is ever just one thing"

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From all the ways she choice to express herself, he found her eyes the most alluring. It did not matter what he said or did, inside her gaze was always this mixture of emotions and flashes of expressions he could not place. There was something strangely familiar about them, something he usually didn’t find in others. It stirred something deep inside of him, the kind of hunger he hadn’t felt in a long time. The goosebumps on his arms were not caused by the mixture of sparks and stardust, nor by the invisible electricity floating between them. This time his bodily reply was not triggered by any kind of temptation that was to be found outside of himself. No, it was because his body had realised a truth his mind had yet to catch up on. He wanted her. He wanted her badly. Not because of her pretty silver hair or her mesmerising stardust trail. Not because of her lovely fragrance or the fragile elegance that was in every single one of her movements. No, he wanted her because of the gaze in those pale moonlit eyes. He had caught a glance of the universe she hold inside. He had seen a soul that was both lost in the galaxy, timeless in it’s essence, and yet caught in the humbleness of an everyday life on earth. Despite her insecurity and the innocence of the youth, she also carried something deep and ancient - something his soul had recognised long before his waking mind could. He had glanced into an unexpected mirror and had found a piece of himself inside of her. He knew the way she was tangled through the stars - because he was trapped by the universe just the same. ’But the stars are not gods, they say,’ he whispered, holding on to her gaze, ’they are just lost children, like we all are.’ Because he knew all too well that the stars were born to exist for a lifetime of darkness. There was great loneliness in beauty and a terrifying debt to a lost soul.

Her suggestion that he would give her wings to fly, made him smile. ’Oh no,’ he confessed, ’I would not give you wings to fly. As I said before, I am not very willing to take the chance you might flutter away.’ There was a certain indifference to his attention when he listened to her - it did not really matter what she said, yet all the more how she said it -, but the scepticism in her voice got to him. He opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again, finding himself at a rare loss of words. He cocked his head aside, caught by her innocence - and ignorance. ’You are a pretty little thing you know,’ he managed after a heartbeat or two, his tone rather dry, ’you shouldn’t ask that kind of question to strangers. You can never be sure where they might take you.’ His tense posture relaxed a bit and he chuckled. ’I am sure you parents didn’t raise you like this,’ another smile, laced with darkness this time - magnetic, luring darkness, ’but who am I to care?’ Who was he, indeed. He did not remember much about how his mother had raised him, but he was pretty sure that she had always taught him to remain true to himself. True and happy - as if he only could. For such an angel she had given life to quite the demons. He did not envy her.

He glanced back at the lovely maiden. Even though she managed to keep quite an interesting conversation, it didn’t escape him that she was heavily distracted by his overall presence. Their gaze only locked for seconds before her eyes trailed of to his lips again. He might feel hungry for her, he was quite sure she felt the same way. He didn’t move when she leaned in closer, her eyes still fixated on her lips. He relaxed his jaw, breathed in a bit deeper to taste her perfume in the air. She froze before they could kiss and, in a movement he received to be bold, pulled his hips closer. He growled as the storm in his head blackened out all of his thoughts. Without thinking he grabbed her silver hair aside of her face and pulled her close enough to kiss. His lips brushed over hers, but he turned his head away before they could make a real connection. The air burned in his lungs and the only thing he heard was the drum of his heartbeat inside of his ears. Somehow he managed to relax his muscles; let her hair slip through his fingers. His other hand was still resting on her waist, but he was not holding her tight. ’Careful, little star,’ he breathed. He tried to focus on the cool nightly air, but all his eyes saw was glittery stardust, and all his lips tasted was her scent in the air, and all his hands felt was the warmth of her skin.

With her silver voice she distracted him with another offer - a deal almost. A dance in exchange for a pair of wings. Despite the fact that he would get his what he asked, it sounded like he was at the losing side of this particular bargain. On the other hand, she had offered him any dance. If she only knew. The thought made him smile - he couldn’t help himself, but if he could have, he wouldn’t. She either didn’t know, or she didn’t realise what she was offering. He shook his head, chuckling, but behind the smile there was a line of darkness in his eyes - and a promise yet to make true. ’A guy once said ‘people write songs about girls like you’ I never understood what he could possibly mean, but I think I know now.’ As sudden as it had came, his amusement faded. ‘You have no idea what you just offered, do you?’ His movements were brusque, less contained than before as he touched her silver hair, moving through the stardust as a swimmer through the ocean. Although his mind was dark and stormy, he couldn’t help but to be allured by her appearance. He didn’t want to be, but he was - and there was no use in denying it. She raised his heartbeat and dilated his pupils with desire.

He turned her around in his arms, so her back was against his chest, one arm wrapped around her waist, the hand of the other resting on her collarbone. He ran his thumb along her throat; finding her ear again with his lips. ’Did you ever consider that the process of growing wings might be painful?’ There was a flash of his own pain as his memory came up with all the times he had went through hell and back to grow his wings. He pushed it away with the knowledge that it didn’t need to hurt anymore. Not for him, not for her. ’Or,’ he tightened the muscles of both his arms, locking her in his embrace, ’that there won’t be anywhere to go to, unless I let you?’ He moved his hand away from her slender neck, over her shoulder, trailed over her skin with her fingertips, until he had reached to the top of her dress on her back. This time he didn’t control the sparks that escaped from his hands, but he still made sure they were rather gently - as much as electricity could be soft. ’I could give you wings, yes,’ his tone betrayed his mood had softened again. ’but they are not for free - and they won’t bring you to the stars.’

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