Day
Wolfram smelled like the wind on a bright summer day, when it blew through the trees and made the pond ripple.
He tasted like the sun after it rained, light yet deliciously molten, with a melt-in your mouth feeling of clouds.
He was soft like the pale blue sky, unending in its purity, ever-youthful, yet softened by the elements of exiperience.
Wolfram was beautiful, bathed with patches of sunlight shaded by the tree beside the water, his hair blowing in the same wind that made the pond ripple. His soft skin hidden by his blue uniform. The ever-youthful summer day. Wolfram sleeping.
Twilight
They met under the fading sun, Yuuri presenting his hand to Wolfram as the pair made their way to the ballroom floor. Wolfram's crown sitting primly upon his head as Yuuri held him close, when the music began playing. The newly wedded couple floated across the room, lost in each other as Yuuri led and Wolfram followed, as they had always done. As though trying to communicate unspoken feelings, the newly married royal couple shared a kiss a the music slowed and they were forced to part.
Night
Yuuri was rougher than he appeared, sharp-edged and hard angles, unending balckness, ever-youthful, unsoftened by time.
He tasted like red wine, deep, rich, yet sweet, an aquired taste, leaving a feeling of suffocation in his wake.
He smelled like dark chocolate bitter nad decadent, strong yet easily melted.
Yuuri was majestic, awash in moonlight, his eyes alight with fire and passion, his dark hair dusting his shoulders as he looked down at his beloved. His chest rose and fell, sweat glistening on his body as he came to completion.