That gaze, the gaze that could kill many but enthral you.
The olive of them, with the specs of yellow and slight tint of brown, the beauty. You could have stared at them for hours, days even but it's not only her eyes that captured your attention. It was her fine features that smoothly came together, her knatted hair and her purrbeast horns protruding from it. It was everything about her that just pulled you in to want to know and see more.
She had a giant coat made from the fur of a purr-beast that hung around her shoulders but once she saw you she pulled it off from her head and came close to your face. So close that all you could see were her eyes and that's all you needed to see.
She shortly left for reason unbeknownst to you, and since you're just been longing to hear her voice again. To feel her again, to even just see her again would be enough for you.
But the likeliness of that is almost none. She belongs in the forest, hunting beasts with her bare fists while you belong in fancy gowns and attending gathering that no one really knows the purpose of. Or at least you don't.
The sensation of her skin on your when she put her hand on yours still haunts you, the softness, it was so odd. Who knows what she's had to do with those things, but still the touch of kindness. How you long to meet her again.
You lie in bed staring at the over decorated ceiling, you shouldn't be thinking of such things. You're engaged to Eridan how could you be thinking of someone else that way?
"thinking of someone else that way" but you don't think of Eridan that way. You feel no attraction towards him, in fact you despise him but you have grown up together and you know each other like the backs of your hand. Or at least you know him, you doubt he has the brain capacity to know your name.
You mum would not hear of it if you were to try to even think about maybe liking someone else yet alone a rather handsome... pretty... amazing... olive blood. Not saying that it would happen because you've only ever seen her once.
But if you could, you would but you will never see her again.
Her skin was so much darker than yours, it was obvious she spent all of her time outside. It was also obvious from the scars that littered her body, they were almost a constant all over her body. You want to learn about them, you want to hear about them from her. You want her to point out big ones and tell you the stories behind them.
