Once upon a time, twisted minds, thought alike and unleashed chaos upon a world unsuspecting..
His eyes burned smokeless, pitch and she was electric the Spaniard swore as he saw neon everytime she smiled. "Veronica."
And she greeted him with the false warmth of her mouth and taste of strawberries gloss coated on volumptious lips, a slender, feminine hand with nails of coloured acrylics and crismon paint wrapping around his coma-white waist to draw him closer into her embrace. A gentle pull and nibble from her front teeth showed a playful side not seen often when the watchful eyes of others were about.
His release was inevitable but longing; a notable, faint twitch of a smile ravaged his outward appreance for a short time as she broke from their kiss and giving a light squeeze to his bottom barely protected by the shiny black vinyl of his pants and chains that dangled from his hips, Veronica mused. "Shh."
Held in a stunning starless night in the Bourbon district, the lovers were met by a cold blast of air from the harbor that felt like a thousand and one needles biting at their already frozen flesh. But the winter had no friends, only loved ones lost within a day dream of snow white flakes, sugar plumbs and a green bottle wrapped in a homeless human halfbreed's hands begging for the last of your change. No, the winter cared for none and soon she would know that the same casuality and convienence was as true with every great romance.
"You are absolutely breathtaking." Her hair whipped like wildfire blowing in the New Orleans city night around her face to compliment her already exquisite beauty. His kohl-lined stare began the seduction of her facade, the wanton curves of her expensively draped body and his own twisted desire for this moment to last, an eternal dream, and pleasure. "Say I'll always have you.. swear to me."
"Always." She rested her heavy head and heart on top of his chest to smile when she realized a sharp, distinct pain against her spine. It was smooth, and wicked, a slow decendance guided in to part the delicate flower of her shapeful shoulderblades and make home it's poisonous, silvered tip deep inside her dead heart. She gasped, eyes wide and beautiful. ".. Josie?"
Rene had come from behind, handling the blade carefully, his art was percise and impaled the woman leaving the corspe of the Prince to fall against the stronghold of her weakness, angel-soft into her lover's and true demises arms.
"Shh.. " His mouth pressed hers for the last time as beringed fingers wove through her gorgeous, blonde hair. "Forgive me, my love." Jose had sighed into her shivering mouth, dark, dark eyes searching the ocean of his lovers glistening gaze as from the hollow of his throat that honeyed baritone courted her ears sweetly still, and yet seemed to mock her with the confidence and cold innocence of a child for compassion and understanding.
And the last of her teardrops forced their way from her pale blue eyes, ripping past the bright circles that are her retana like sharp, bloodied diamonds. Even crying was painful to her now, but no more than the realization of what he had done. "My god." She was dying, losing vitae like falling season ribbons, as the river of blood puddled to stain at the hems of her lace gown and around her booted feet. "This was my favorite dress... .. you.. ..bastard."
( Dedicated to Armond. This is for you. Do you remember? )
And she greeted him with the false warmth of her mouth and taste of strawberries gloss coated on volumptious lips, a slender, feminine hand with nails of coloured acrylics and crismon paint wrapping around his coma-white waist to draw him closer into her embrace. A gentle pull and nibble from her front teeth showed a playful side not seen often when the watchful eyes of others were about.
His release was inevitable but longing; a notable, faint twitch of a smile ravaged his outward appreance for a short time as she broke from their kiss and giving a light squeeze to his bottom barely protected by the shiny black vinyl of his pants and chains that dangled from his hips, Veronica mused. "Shh."
Held in a stunning starless night in the Bourbon district, the lovers were met by a cold blast of air from the harbor that felt like a thousand and one needles biting at their already frozen flesh. But the winter had no friends, only loved ones lost within a day dream of snow white flakes, sugar plumbs and a green bottle wrapped in a homeless human halfbreed's hands begging for the last of your change. No, the winter cared for none and soon she would know that the same casuality and convienence was as true with every great romance.
"You are absolutely breathtaking." Her hair whipped like wildfire blowing in the New Orleans city night around her face to compliment her already exquisite beauty. His kohl-lined stare began the seduction of her facade, the wanton curves of her expensively draped body and his own twisted desire for this moment to last, an eternal dream, and pleasure. "Say I'll always have you.. swear to me."
"Always." She rested her heavy head and heart on top of his chest to smile when she realized a sharp, distinct pain against her spine. It was smooth, and wicked, a slow decendance guided in to part the delicate flower of her shapeful shoulderblades and make home it's poisonous, silvered tip deep inside her dead heart. She gasped, eyes wide and beautiful. ".. Josie?"
Rene had come from behind, handling the blade carefully, his art was percise and impaled the woman leaving the corspe of the Prince to fall against the stronghold of her weakness, angel-soft into her lover's and true demises arms.
"Shh.. " His mouth pressed hers for the last time as beringed fingers wove through her gorgeous, blonde hair. "Forgive me, my love." Jose had sighed into her shivering mouth, dark, dark eyes searching the ocean of his lovers glistening gaze as from the hollow of his throat that honeyed baritone courted her ears sweetly still, and yet seemed to mock her with the confidence and cold innocence of a child for compassion and understanding.
And the last of her teardrops forced their way from her pale blue eyes, ripping past the bright circles that are her retana like sharp, bloodied diamonds. Even crying was painful to her now, but no more than the realization of what he had done. "My god." She was dying, losing vitae like falling season ribbons, as the river of blood puddled to stain at the hems of her lace gown and around her booted feet. "This was my favorite dress... .. you.. ..bastard."
( Dedicated to Armond. This is for you. Do you remember? )