Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
He has grown so comfortable within the darkness that it never occurred to him to question it. To watch for it within others. To him, the darkness is as encompassing as the light is for most, comforting and safe. He does not associate the shadows with a blackened soul or evil heart. Where others see them as foreboding, filled with ill-intent, he sees them only as benevolent and protective.
It is an odd way to live, perhaps. To be so closely associated with the darkness, with what others see as a manifestation of evil, yet distinctly not of that pre-determined nature. Perhaps it is why he has been alone so long, why others have avoided the dark reaches and shadowy corners he has always called home. Perhaps they believe him as blackened of heart as his skin is. As though the shadows have chosen to be terrible rather than benign things too often used by those with ill-intent.
But she does not seem to see such things, instead peering at the man he is rather than the creature he has become. Choosing to look past his darkened skin and eerie yellow gaze to the heart that beats beneath.
Perhaps if others were as she, he might have ventured from the safety of his shadows long ago.
The way her eye lights at the endless possibilities as he peels open reality causes a curious kick inside his chest. He cannot seem to pull his gaze from her as her lips curve into a delighted smile. She is enchanting like this, the emotions changing her features from attractive to mesmerizing, as though that simplest of things was all she needed to release the magic residing within her. Not magic like his, or like any other creature one might stumble across in these lands. No, something entirely different, but just as powerful.
It seems there is a great deal he has yet to learn of this world.
“Anywhere you wish,” he offers in answer to the breathy question, his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. His skin shivers beneath her light touch, a faint wash of heat crawling across his dark form. A blush, though it is invisible in the pitch of his pelt. After a long moment he finally manages to tear his gaze from her. He steps forward without hesitation, allowing the shadows to swallow him with their cool welcome. He turns then, a silent invitation for her to follow him into his world.
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