#fae v.

PALE PALETTES AND SOFT SURFACES ; the woman stands like a painting . to his eyes a figure poised in reverent piety . she is the image of a GODDESS and even so , he decides she is wrong . the young man stands upon the top floor , watching her with a cautionary disposition . he does not doubt that she too is watching him , if not with her eyes then with her silent regard -- he can feel it under his skin . another unsettling feature of this place ; the way in which eli felt he was never alone . hands graze the wooden banister on the way down the spiraling staircase , fingertips smooth against the delicate engravings . he reaches the bottom , straightens the unfamiliar clothes he had been given , and finds her gaze .

“     DOES EVERYTHING AROUND HERE smell so strongly of flora and fauna ??     ”     he’s not used to his surroundings and the lack of familiarity leaves him feeling powerless . no longer the top student behind the walls of lockwood university , eli can’t help but feel insignificant -- ( this will not stand this will not stand )      “     i thought about what you said last night and the answer’s still no .     ”     he liked the ATTENTION when he garnered it himself , not if he were to be a OBJECT on display .