Idea from Tumblr - Describe something
((Something I decided to do because of one of my followers on Tumblr, I'm describing something, a picture I drew actually, and... Yeah, I just might continue with this, I actually like it. Although it didn't turn out the way I thought it would in the beginning. Anyway, just read this please EDIT: You'll have to like highlight it our something with your mouse because it's not showing up for me otherwise, if it does for you without highlighting it, LJ likes you better apparently.))
She moved like an acrobat flew, and everyone around her felt it, consciously or not. Although that wasn’t what drew me to her in the first place. It was the way she looked, the looks she sent, the flirtatious smirks and smiles, the ‘devil-may-care’ attitude that came off of her in waves, it was the haunted gleam she hid behind her walls. I saw it though, I just don’t know if anyone else did.
Her eyes drew people in like a sailor to a siren’s song. The dark amber - gold of her eyes were captivating, the haunted gleam making them glow eerily. Yet they didn’t stand out against the rest of her body, not to me anyway. The dark golden tones of her skin just begged for someone to ask how she got such a dark, beautiful tan. Her hair was dark and thick, although she had shaved off the left side at what could have been a sideways part. It was choppy, thick, but it was something you could run your fingers through and not find any knots. She had the body of an old-time model, she wasn’t stick thin, she had no thigh gap, but she wasn’t unproportional to me.
Before she would have been called a punk-rocker, I called her my Saving Grace. She wore shorts and a tank-top that was cut off at the middle of stomach, showing her flat stomach and even more golden skin. The shorts hung off her hips, barely reaching past her knees, barely staying that long if the shorts near the middle of her thighs were anything to go by, they looked more like fishnets than shorts or simple rips anymore. She wore another shirt though, and it was a button up top that was left open, showing her tank top and belt, it was only lighter than her hair in color and tucked into the popped up collar was a checkered scarf of red and blue wrapped around her neck loosely. I had looked down briefly, avoiding her gaze, and her boots, I saw, served as a sheath for a knife.
I said nothing about the knife, or the pair of guns I found hidden by her shirt later, though it was illegal to carry weapons from Before such as they. Yet, they weren’t the only items she carried classified as weapons. Covering her arms, from her thumbs to her elbows were runic tattoos, the sigil labeled ‘Hunter’ emblazoned on the backs of her hands.
And I knew she was dangerous, she was lethal. The shear amount of runes branded into her skin ensured that. But she was magnificent, alluring, and so hard to resist once I knew who she was. I could only begin to wonder what she thought of me in the end. Or in the beginning.
.
But I was enraptured by her from the beginning. From the first time I heard her voice to the last. Even when she was screaming out ‘TRAITOR!’ at me as she was dragged away by those labeled ‘Peace Keepers.’
I had told her then, that if I couldn’t have her, I’d be damned if I would let anyone else.
.
And it’s true, I am damned. Because she was never mine, she was only ever seeking out him. Her beloved, The Bringer of Tempests, Orion, Son of Jay, brother to The Queen’s Fury herself, Maria, Daughter of Jay and Rose.
And for that I lost her. Forever. My Saving Grace turned out to be the Girl Who Withstood All Storms, she who would stand while others kneeled and fell to their knees.
My name is - was James, Son of Emett. And I betrayed The Dark One... Kylah.
She moved like an acrobat flew, and everyone around her felt it, consciously or not. Although that wasn’t what drew me to her in the first place. It was the way she looked, the looks she sent, the flirtatious smirks and smiles, the ‘devil-may-care’ attitude that came off of her in waves, it was the haunted gleam she hid behind her walls. I saw it though, I just don’t know if anyone else did.
Her eyes drew people in like a sailor to a siren’s song. The dark amber - gold of her eyes were captivating, the haunted gleam making them glow eerily. Yet they didn’t stand out against the rest of her body, not to me anyway. The dark golden tones of her skin just begged for someone to ask how she got such a dark, beautiful tan. Her hair was dark and thick, although she had shaved off the left side at what could have been a sideways part. It was choppy, thick, but it was something you could run your fingers through and not find any knots. She had the body of an old-time model, she wasn’t stick thin, she had no thigh gap, but she wasn’t unproportional to me.
Before she would have been called a punk-rocker, I called her my Saving Grace. She wore shorts and a tank-top that was cut off at the middle of stomach, showing her flat stomach and even more golden skin. The shorts hung off her hips, barely reaching past her knees, barely staying that long if the shorts near the middle of her thighs were anything to go by, they looked more like fishnets than shorts or simple rips anymore. She wore another shirt though, and it was a button up top that was left open, showing her tank top and belt, it was only lighter than her hair in color and tucked into the popped up collar was a checkered scarf of red and blue wrapped around her neck loosely. I had looked down briefly, avoiding her gaze, and her boots, I saw, served as a sheath for a knife.
I said nothing about the knife, or the pair of guns I found hidden by her shirt later, though it was illegal to carry weapons from Before such as they. Yet, they weren’t the only items she carried classified as weapons. Covering her arms, from her thumbs to her elbows were runic tattoos, the sigil labeled ‘Hunter’ emblazoned on the backs of her hands.
And I knew she was dangerous, she was lethal. The shear amount of runes branded into her skin ensured that. But she was magnificent, alluring, and so hard to resist once I knew who she was. I could only begin to wonder what she thought of me in the end. Or in the beginning.
.
But I was enraptured by her from the beginning. From the first time I heard her voice to the last. Even when she was screaming out ‘TRAITOR!’ at me as she was dragged away by those labeled ‘Peace Keepers.’
I had told her then, that if I couldn’t have her, I’d be damned if I would let anyone else.
.
And it’s true, I am damned. Because she was never mine, she was only ever seeking out him. Her beloved, The Bringer of Tempests, Orion, Son of Jay, brother to The Queen’s Fury herself, Maria, Daughter of Jay and Rose.
And for that I lost her. Forever. My Saving Grace turned out to be the Girl Who Withstood All Storms, she who would stand while others kneeled and fell to their knees.
My name is - was James, Son of Emett. And I betrayed The Dark One... Kylah.