#fatelorn

he’d   been  courting  this  human  woman  that  sat  across  from  him,  luring   her  closer  and  closer  to  a  violent  death  between  the  tight  confines  of  his  loving  embrace.  and  although  the  thirst  was  there,  churning  his  needy  stomach  like  the  hands  of  a  clock,  his  attentions  were  captivated  now  by  the  man  who’d  entered  ; the  beautiful  one  garbed  in  darkness.  one  sharp  nail  drug  itself  across  his  lower  lip,  his  prismatic  gaze  catching  the  colours  of  violet,  blue  and  silver  as  it  moved  to  take  him  in.       

 ❝   my  god.   ❞     he  purrs,  fingers  tucked  beneath  his  chin,       ❝   that  hat’s  unfortunate,  you  know.   ❞

FOR HE RECOGNSED TOO MUCH OF HIMSELF IN THIS GLOOMY FIGURE, the severity of eyes which look are sharpened like blade, he cannot rely on those who are armed with the weapons of justice and determination. —— Monsieur, I believe you are lost. May I show you the path that will lead you back on your way ? “ THREATS HIDDEN IN HIS GOOD WILL, it is a peaceful message : turn away, you have no bussiness here.