08-23-2017, 08:09 PM
the night is my companion, and solitude my guide.
It is in the silence and darkness that he arrives, a glimmer of warmth and radiance against the shiver of her cold skin, a cloak of relief in her darkened and lonely world.
He never fails her. He has yet to disappoint her, or to fall away from her. He is loyal and steady, a thrumming heartbeat against her own, a breath of shadow in the wisp of a frigid wind. He will always be there, she has decided, to linger beside her with the sultry voice that calms and soothes, a touch that resurrects and awakens her. He is part of her, an invisible entity that does not frighten her but rejuvenates, beautiful and mysterious.
Augusta is not even sure the last time she has spoken aloud. He is her only companion, a fleeting encounter that she longs for each time it ends. She has fallen hopelessly and almost madly in love with a faceless creature, her shadow that is hers and hers alone.
She is almost too afraid to speak, knowing her voice will quiver and quake not only with disuse, but from his touch. It had not been long since he had last visited her, but hours become days and days become years when he is gone. “It is unfair,” her voice sways beneath the soft wind of night, her breath alighting as vapor from her ivory lips, “that hours turn into seconds when you are with me.”
He is here, a firm and solid warmth against her side, her heart thrumming wildly with elation.
“Shadow,” she croons to him as warmth that felt like lips press into her mottled cheek, turning and reaching for him as she always does. Sometimes she is lucky and she swears that she can feel him and the frame that would form him beneath his shadows and light, but she dares not to pry – the mystery of her shadow prince does not infuriate her; instead, it only strengthens the bond she has woven. “I have missed you like the moon misses the sun. I miss you at this moment, even though you are still with me.”
He covers her with his cloak of velvet, hushing her shivering skin against his own. “So cold,” she repeats in a quiet and breathless murmur, leaning into the strength that presses against her, allowing him to shroud her in his loving embrace of shadowy darkness. “Stay with me…”
He never fails her. He has yet to disappoint her, or to fall away from her. He is loyal and steady, a thrumming heartbeat against her own, a breath of shadow in the wisp of a frigid wind. He will always be there, she has decided, to linger beside her with the sultry voice that calms and soothes, a touch that resurrects and awakens her. He is part of her, an invisible entity that does not frighten her but rejuvenates, beautiful and mysterious.
Augusta is not even sure the last time she has spoken aloud. He is her only companion, a fleeting encounter that she longs for each time it ends. She has fallen hopelessly and almost madly in love with a faceless creature, her shadow that is hers and hers alone.
She is almost too afraid to speak, knowing her voice will quiver and quake not only with disuse, but from his touch. It had not been long since he had last visited her, but hours become days and days become years when he is gone. “It is unfair,” her voice sways beneath the soft wind of night, her breath alighting as vapor from her ivory lips, “that hours turn into seconds when you are with me.”
He is here, a firm and solid warmth against her side, her heart thrumming wildly with elation.
“Shadow,” she croons to him as warmth that felt like lips press into her mottled cheek, turning and reaching for him as she always does. Sometimes she is lucky and she swears that she can feel him and the frame that would form him beneath his shadows and light, but she dares not to pry – the mystery of her shadow prince does not infuriate her; instead, it only strengthens the bond she has woven. “I have missed you like the moon misses the sun. I miss you at this moment, even though you are still with me.”
He covers her with his cloak of velvet, hushing her shivering skin against his own. “So cold,” she repeats in a quiet and breathless murmur, leaning into the strength that presses against her, allowing him to shroud her in his loving embrace of shadowy darkness. “Stay with me…”
@[Toli]
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