012. Patience

There's something to be said for the color blue, she thinks, laughing to herself as she saunters down the never-ending staircase. Her fingers trail delicately along the gleaming banister and she can feel the weight of the stares on her skin like a warm blanket. She is one half of their reason for being and she commands equal parts ( Read more... )

230. Black and White

She knows who he is without having to ask. She can tell by his eyes, the way the sun seems to cling to his skin -- violently at odds with myth and legend. He's as lovely as she remembers; his glory and beauty not lost against his stiff jackets and starched collars ( Read more... )