He was mesmerizing.
His white scales flowed neatly into one another, you could hardly tell even from up close where one ended and the other started. His green-blue mane was soft and blew gently in the wind. His smart green eyes, that showed both a sense of coolness and knowledge and of adoration and pride, caught hers and she never wanted to let go of his gaze.
He was stunning.
She felt inadequate in comparison.
I don't own Spirited Away!
I absolutely loved this movie when I was a child, and I just rewatched it a few days ago and I was itching to write a story for my little lovers Chihiro and Haku, so here this is. I'll do a second chapter later.