Wow! Its been a while hasn't it? I've turned a year older and I've found the urge to return. Surprise, Surprise. D just has that effect on me ) So I have this drabble to get me back into the mood for writing my fanfiction.
Red
An impossible glow that would linger like a fleeting memory along the glaciers of the icy floors and through the waters with a thin glare; a poetic memory. The dark figure crossed the ice with an immortal presence and a fading but a handsome grace that exalted thought the shades and a sudden shiver that raced through the witnesses' eyes. A long sleeping angel that had awakened was shadowing the earth in its unearthly and demonic existence that seemed to force a level of awe yet, surprisingly, a strong comforting feeling to arise. It was unnerving to them, the people of the lands with their hands in gloves and bodies in coasts, to notice such a creature rise from the depths of the unknown. It stepped from the ice, clothed feet smashing against the snow violently with a passive aggression that dragged his every step.
Whispers on their lips and striking sounds of the crunching snow beneath their feet did not stir the creature from his immortal gaze of silence. A mask of identity against the realm in which they dwelled and a heart-wrenching sigh that seemed to resemble more of a baby's first cry against its mother. He was beautiful- no more than- he was an enigmatic essence of brilliance against their dreary sky. A pale arm arose from the darkness of his body, whiter than the snow which might have brought Mother Nature's trepidation, which caressed against a snow flake that seemed to have fallen into his path. Taking its fingers, it rubbed it softly against its palm, and pressed it against its lips…. Kissing the snow in its own unknown and privately erotic language.
There was a small gathering around. An improper congregation of silent worship as they seemed to barrier themselves away from the beast; a distance of respect placed between the common and immortal.
They realize in a faded dream, as the beast pounded for the highest lands in which their ruler laid, that they would have brought flowers for the shower. Red. Red would have been a matching color against the white snowy grounds they had imagined would run with a crimson melody of unforgiving treachery against a Royal Lineage Heir. Unforgiving like the winter's old… only to be warmed by the bath of blood that brings about a new Era.
The people of New Romania smile. From a consummation of bitter curses and lies with whores being lain only by the ones necessary of their company from desperation.
Their new king has been born.
I'm back fo' real this time! I swear!
