3/22/12

Away
By Mel K. F. (and) Megan Bufford (Credits for creation, Aunorn)


Forbidden fruit tastes the best whenever new love arises. Eyes of sapphire stared deep into emeralds as lust beckoned them. Curls of midnight outlined an oval face of pure beauty. Long, pointed ears told the story of what the elf was. Pale skin shone under the moonlight; her mysterious, dark aura gave a certain chill to those who imposed. Pink-colored lips briefly touched his own, but she paused in further exploitation due to his frail mortality. She was a tainted demon that belonged to every nightfall and sunrise. She hid within society, like most of her kind. Hope was hesitant. Her gaze trembled from within as fear began to surface.

Warm hands slowly wandered down his hardened chest, being felt through the thin fabric that concealed many scars which came from many battles. Long, blond bangs were blown back as his lips demanded so from the slight irritation that they were simply in the way. He peered down at her once more, then stepped back.

“Lady Lorais, I serve you…and your husband, Vladysia. We dare not do this.”

“I do know of what I desire, dear Aunorn. My husband harms me, ye knows this. My passion grows daily. Do not deny me.”

The mortal man moved forward once more. His hands on her shoulders as he leaned into her to speak whispers of what she did, indeed, desire. “My lovely, Hope, when the timing is right I will take you away. That monster does not deserve your compassion.” he finished, and peered back at his beauty. The woman that treated him like a person right from the beginning, never a servant as he was so.

Hope forced a smile, one he grew confused over. Aunorn listened as she spoke words that called out. “Take me away?” her voice was soft. It barely stood over a whisper. “I will await that day, but remember, I am a monster as well.”

She turned, shaken by his simple words. The bottom of her crimson dress flowed past her feet. It brushed along the cobblestone path with each step she made away from Aunorn. Its color mimicked the roses that grew wildly within the gardens.

Hope paused at the mansion gates her husband owned. She smiled at the thought to be away one day just like Aunorn stated. Reluctantly, she proceeded inside to retire for the night.

Aunorn watched her wanting to follow, but knew he could not. He was nothing more to the others then a mere servant; a bodyguard. A sigh parted his lips as he grasped the side of his belt. He brought out a twisted dagger. The moonlight peered down into it’s cold steel just as his emerald eyes did the same.

‘One day,’ he thought, ‘One day I will take you away from all of this.’


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She is new to the writing world, but enjoys anything artistic. Her favorite things to do is anything from a simple read to a silly play through of a video game.