the moon bleeds soft songs upon her back. its silver kiss, gleaming like the bright teeth of a hungry jackal. the cool breeze tousles her dark hair; ravenous fingertips, sighing through obsidian curls with all the sweet hunger of an opulent midnight. and yet for all its apparent beauty, evangelina finds nothing beautiful about the desert. she is a child of the night and her heart belongs to the moon. it is only the twilight surrender that sings siren songs in her heart. it is only the endless darkness that captures her soul in an infinite embrace of love and eternity and passion. she loves the darkness and the darkness loves her.
o how she adores the dark that comes after the bright burning day. the black-velvet sin of a starless night, mingling with the silver threads of a full moon. the soft silence, laced with songs of the nocturnal wildlife. the desolate stretch of shadows that lingers, hotly, from sand dune to sand dune. o she was certain she was alone in the oasis. left to her thoughts and endless wandering. that's when a deep voice interrupts the stillness of her heart. stirring her reverie into the wide-awake of blissful innocence. "who is there?" she whispers into the darkness. her piercing blue eyes catching the pale, lean figure of a man that approaches her, calmly.
evangelina's heart beats faster, with the fear of a child faced by the unknown. her ice curls in her veins, pumping arctic malice within her blood. a sudden pain eats at her temple, shredding at her skull like the claws of a wild animal. she raises her head from the water and almost cries out with a soft snarl of threat, of warning. and yet the man wears a kind disposition and appears to be non-threating. who is he? she wonders. vivid blue eyes tracing the grey-silver of his muscles, the swarthy outline of his profile embraced by the evening shadows. her gaze searches him; penetrating blue eyes, fixing upon the paleness of his features. "my parents... they're gone." evangeline is a broken doll as she whispers those words. a pain trembles in her chest, threatening to spill down with tears. she has no home and no where to go. she only hopes this man would be kind to her.
o how she adores the dark that comes after the bright burning day. the black-velvet sin of a starless night, mingling with the silver threads of a full moon. the soft silence, laced with songs of the nocturnal wildlife. the desolate stretch of shadows that lingers, hotly, from sand dune to sand dune. o she was certain she was alone in the oasis. left to her thoughts and endless wandering. that's when a deep voice interrupts the stillness of her heart. stirring her reverie into the wide-awake of blissful innocence. "who is there?" she whispers into the darkness. her piercing blue eyes catching the pale, lean figure of a man that approaches her, calmly.
evangelina's heart beats faster, with the fear of a child faced by the unknown. her ice curls in her veins, pumping arctic malice within her blood. a sudden pain eats at her temple, shredding at her skull like the claws of a wild animal. she raises her head from the water and almost cries out with a soft snarl of threat, of warning. and yet the man wears a kind disposition and appears to be non-threating. who is he? she wonders. vivid blue eyes tracing the grey-silver of his muscles, the swarthy outline of his profile embraced by the evening shadows. her gaze searches him; penetrating blue eyes, fixing upon the paleness of his features. "my parents... they're gone." evangeline is a broken doll as she whispers those words. a pain trembles in her chest, threatening to spill down with tears. she has no home and no where to go. she only hopes this man would be kind to her.
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