Wallace
Oh god, it was too perfect. He made little flowers and grasses in his wake, tossed his pretty red hair like the best of them, and lounged so comfortably near their falls. He was consumed in his duty or he'd have snapped at her by now, making her way over to join his cozy moment. So peaceful. So pretty. Isn't he so cute when he's all mellow and serious?
Before she can, another joins. Oh, but she knows this one. The dark and mysterious, the ever-intriguing and elusive Sabrael. This just gets better and better. "Ashley," his smooth voice greeted her dark king. She felt a thrill run through her. This was going to be a fun night. Finally some entertainment around here. "Careful you don't get too comfortable out here. The beach has fleas, sure, but their bite is nothing like the jungle's ants." Silly Sabrael, always saying silly things.
She stepped in, lowered herself right alongside Ashley as though she already owned him. Nobody could own that one, though. Not even Ashley himself. There's a riddle, now isn't it? Her grullo -brown body shimmered in the moonlight. Oh wait, no it didn't. It was dull like the rest of her, plain like her brown eyes, boring and grungy-looking like her matted hair. She shrugged it off, and sighed audibly.
Yes, this is much better, isn't it? she asked Ashley as though they were picking up on a previous conversation. His heat radiated from him like a dark sun, tingling her chilled skin. Dancing eyes shifted to Sabrael, and she smiled a sly and wicked grin. I had not expected to see you again. It's good to. How are you lately, Sabrael? She was genuine despite her cheekiness. It really was good to see him. Very good. She'd wanted to know him better, but her chance had been robbed from her. Now perhaps she would learn more of the both of them.
