He always noticed her. From the way she walked, to her moves on the battle field. Those aquatic hues, matching hair. . everything. He could only imagine, if he were good.
She was beauty, and he was her beast. . ;
There she stood, under the paopu tree, and there he was. Her eyes gleamed, full of wonder. She wasn't frightened, but cautious, she was. His presence seemed to pull her in, deeper into his mystery. He did not love her, but he did not hate her. He was a riddle, a puzzle she would never be able to figure out. These mixed emotions made him uneasy, unsteady, but there she was, and she continued to creep closer, trying to figure him out. Her own cautious, free-will betrayed her body, and her curiosity took over.
With a mind of it's own, lifting her slender arms, she would reach for his helmet, revealing a pale complexion with golden hues and raven spikes.
How interesting, how beautiful. . .;
She was now intrigued. She's seen him before. Somewhere that she could not remember, not even a name, but a face. A face of of an unknown boy, trapped in her thoughts in the back of her mind. She instantly let of of the thought, noticing him shy away. He indeed was a beast. In his own beautiful way.
A small smile crept upon her lips as she shook her head, and moved in closer. Her digits found it's way across his features, letting her fingers come into contact with his skin. His gaze never left hers, and she continued to trace over the side of his face, down to his jawline. For the first time, he felt intimidated. The simplest things one person could do to him. . .
Tension and uneasiness between them grew with each passing minute. And he could see her inch closer, taking in his breath for her own. He parted his lips slightly, claiming hers. He needed this, he needed her. Their kiss was sweet and full of need and confusion. No passion at all, but she did not pull away. It seemed like an eternity, and he did not want it to end.
This beast was finally tamed.
And when he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the dark, nothingness through the thick covering of his helmet. Every dreamer needed to awaken, and in the end, he would find himself all alone.
How intriguing, yes indeed.