N Y X

Beauty is when you can appreciate yourself. When you love yourself, that’s when you’re most beautiful.

     “What may I call you?”

    NYX WAS NO fool; she saw the hunger in his eyes,  and it wasn’t for what vampires usually hunger for.  Rather than tug her hand from his, she let it rest and  gently gave his hand a squeeze.       “Necolai. You may call me by my name -- I require no further titles.”          Her smile rests still on her full lips, and she does not  yet release his hand -- she lets her touch linger for a moment, and then a momeny further, before allowing herself to pull back, though she’s sure to allow her fingertips to brush against his palm.

     “You’re the night, aren’t you? Night itself. I’ve always wondered what you might look like, if  you showed me your face. Somehow I always underestimated your beauty.”

           JUST AS HE could not mistake her aura, she could not mistake his; a vampire, otherwise affectionately known as night’s children. While they were not technically (well, as far as she remembered), she did have a particular affection for them. They had, after all, tied themselves to her essence without requiring nor asking for a single thing.            “It seems you do know me. Night herself, I am indeed, and your flattery is appreciated but hardly necessary, my dear. What do you call yourself?”           She offers a soft, sultry smile, and then her hand for him  to kiss, a greeting she hardly thinks to be pompous or arrogant  of her to prompt -- she is the very goddess of the night, after all.

Styled by Joanne Blades

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