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                    it had started out as such a lovely day. amalthea had been falling asleep amidst the fields, but she startled when she noticed a few seedlings spring up that she couldn’t remember calling forth. for a moment she thought that she may have slipped through into someones dreams again, but then she felt someone else nearby. the unicorn laughed to herself.

                     she had her arms tucked into herself, staring out haggard’s kingdom in earnest. it was rare to see her cry anymore  ( not that any tears had fallen when amalthea had tried )  but her old listlessness had replaced itself with something new, and not wholly better  —  she’d the air of one who was always  waiting  for something, and a very poor habit keeping  still.  the men talked as though she’d brought life to the castle, but she looked more like a statue, and she felt more like a  GHOST.

                    there were so few forests left anymore  —  real ones,  with trees taller than  cities  and older than she was. fall was just starting to creep through the air, but where she stepped it was always spring. the sparse little wood began to  THICKEN  when she settled in the grass, and when she closed her eyes, it was easy to imagine that the wind brushed  lilacs  instead of oak.

TO SAY THAT DORIAN IS UNUSED TO FINDING strange, naked ladies covered in blood, in his garden, would be a rather LARGE understatement. Of course Dorian is used to a great many unusual occurrences, including naked, bloodied females, but this is perhaps setting a new precedent on BIZARRE. She is lucky he found her here at all, although her wailing was enough to awaken even the dead, and he considers her for a long moment, considers her shaky request to end her existence. He’s not necessarily averse to such a motion, but she is terribly    alluring, pale and unearthly in the moonlight.      ❛  Now why would I do something as foolish as that? What a waste of such a BEAUTIFUL creature. I propose instead we bring you inside and clean you up, before any hasty decisions are made regarding such matters of life and death. ❜    It is a little too easy to pick her up, scoop shaking limbs into his arms with a surprising strength, hardly caring if her blood runs thick and red on to the robe he’s donned. A kiss is pressed to her forehead lightly, as he makes his way back towards the veranda, doing his utmost to shield her naked form from prying eyes. He gets enough bad publicity as it is these days.      ❛  Would you care to explain how you found your way into my garden at such a late hour, Miss- ? ❜ 

                  ❛     DON’T — !     ❜     the moment he stepped towards her she slid further back. he still managed to gather her up easily enough, and the unicorn herself felt at a loss for how little was  left.  she’d been expecting  decay  when his arms slid across her skin; instead there was the strangest comfort. it was more humiliating than being  caged,  but unlike everything else she had encountered there was no death in his touch. what he had there in it’s stead was  peculiar,  but the pain of a rotting world had been  MUTED,  and she found herself curling up,  grateful  for it.     ❛     ...why can’t i feel you dying?     ❜

[♛]—His dark eyes flickered to her hand, watching how she tenderly touched the flower buds, and then back up to her. She was a pretty thing, he soon realized, and he found himself not even thinking of asking who she was and where she came from. Theodore was enraptured by her, intrigued by her pale skin and long hair, and he found his thin lips tug into an uncertain smile.

“Ah, nothing, really. Even … even if I did have some concerns, you don’t have to worry so much. It’s not your cross to bear. It’s for me and me alone, my dear stranger.”

Gloves hands reached for the soil of the gardens, pushing a mound of earth away to dig a small hole with his long, slender fingers. Of course there was a lot on his mind, but he didn’t feel the need to spill all of his headaches and problems onto a beautiful stranger. Though, he would like to be able to talk to someone, anyone, but he didn’t wish to. He couldn’t. His issues were none of her concern.

เภ๒๏x ๓є๓єร // @aurerum

Sawyer wants to play…        Æon Flux

                                                           ready for the action now danger boy?  ready if I’m ready for you, danger boy.

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    for a moment he stood there, pondering what she just said, but then again he understood what his mother always told him: that not everybody is lost, sometimes we walk to not be found, like he just did to escape from his nanny. 

    the little boy bit his lip but took her hand with no hesitation, maybe he felt the sadness she was radiating, maybe he felt like someone with such starlight eyes would never harm him.  So he took her hand with no vacillation and jumped up and down softly, like a little dance he just discover to make others happy.

    Suddenly he stopped and stared at her with clear blue eyes, they were wide and full of question, that he yet did not wanted to share, taking a finger to his mouth the Little god of light  tilted his head and the golden locks bounced with every movement.

     “But, does the beach look like this place too.” It was curiosity more than anything else, he had never seen such a place like this one, so desolated and dull of life. it made him sad for some reason.

     Maybe if he brings his friends here, they’ll help to restore it, Freyr, Sif... they know much more things. Maybe even his father and mother would do something.   What a sad place he thought, maybe it had been better in other days.

      “Is this your home” he asked again, with no pause to hear any other answer He just wanted to know… He has been always very thirsty for knowledge. 

                  it was a peculiar question, and she wasn’t sure why. amalthea wouldn’t have recommended the water to anyone  —  the thought of her setting foot there before she’d been made human was  laughable,  but there was  something  about it that made her look twice, and some part of her that thought haggard  wise  to waste his days staring at it. still, the beach was  safer  than the rest of his kingdom. walls and roads both had stories to tell  ( always tragic ones, in a place like this )  but not the  shore.  it was constantly changing, always made  NEW.

                    ❛     it’s less...  lonely  there.     ❜     she said at last. amalthea wasn’t very tall herself, but her arm strained a bit to keep the child’s fingers locked round her own. it was a short walk to the water’s edge, just  steep  and barren. the unicorn told herself that she didn’t want him to fall, but the truth was that he probably had a better sense for his legs then she had for hers. maybe one of rán’s selkies would even come to see him once they were there?  she was sure someone had to be looking for him somewhere.