Illyria's Thoughts.
He does things inside of me I never imagined in this "shell" of mine. I have grown accustomed to this mortal being, Wesley Wyndam Pryce. He shows me ways of human life.
When I entered this world of his, I knew nothing, yet, he made me feel. What is this human condition? I am not like them, am I? When did I begin to have these feelings inside of me?
I have never experienced "love" as an ancient goddess, a ruler. Then he came along. A beauty of a human. Not that these humans are beautiful. To my understanding, humans are the imperfections of life. But, Wesley was flawless. Whomever created him, sculptured him in a way no other human could match up to this being of a man.
He has taught me a lot of things. But, there is one word I learned all by myself. "Greed." For I want him all to myself. He is my possession. I claim ownership towards him. For a human he is perfect. I want us to have a life together. To live happily ever after as those imbeciles of a mankind would refer to.
Wesley's Thoughts.
Illyria had taken over her shell. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Those blue eyes of hers has this tantalizing affect on me. At times, she is child-like. I am teaching her the human way of life. My life. She cocks her head when she is unsure of what is being said. She is on her guard for she has never trusted a mortal being, questioning what she does not comprehend. I have grown to care very deeply for her.
She watches my every move cautiously, as if ready to attack on her prey. I am almost at a lost of breath for what I see before me. This goddess of a creature, beautiful creature of another dimension. I hear her voice in my head and I can't seem to drown her out. She has that slow monotone way of speaking as if thinking out the words before she speaks. I don't ever want to drown her out.
She is approaching me now, standing at arms length away from me. Those eyes seem to be looking right through me as if she is reading my inner deep thoughts.
"Are you ready, Wesley? For today's lessons?" She asked. "Teach me to be a human in every way of your world.
"Yes, I am ready," I tell her.
She needs a lot more lessons on how to live in this mortal world. But, there is one trait she has perfected. The one she needs no lessons at all is how to capture one's heart, for she had already somehow worked her way into mines.