Foolish girl. Tragic, that after all this time she continues to chase that which is no doubt fatale. Horror should have struck her to the brink of inhumanity witnessed. Cold cruelty. The smell of crimson painting frosted earth red. In the face of violence, the damned creature would always find beauty. Then again, beautiful did not seem to do him justice. Lips parted around a soft assumption: “I’ve never seen you before,” no - certainly she would have remembered someone like him. Two hundred years brought many things. Yet now, here she stood slightly awestruck. Curiosity was an undying trait. “You look like an angel.”
/ @caiein
