I own nothing. Happy Valentines to all, and now just to wait for the discounts on chocolate, woot!
Dark eyes glows bright in the midst of the night. A song that sways their minds away till the next day hangs in the air. Where love was fair and a token of care was given to her. Bright eyes - dark eyes, sparkling with life. Holding and trusting as they continue laughing. Dusk till dawn and dawn till dusk - they lay their sorrows on the ground, quietly without making a sound.
"Would you save me?" She laughs as the only one she can see would be the one to set her free. "My sweet Ciel," she whispers, and the name suites him well. A heart of gold without a story told. A demon in her hands and by her side he stands. Swearing that they'd stay together for as long as ever.
"Of course my queen." He replies with a glean in his eyes was all she had seen. "Elesis, my mistress. I give you my soul and heart so that we may never be a part. If anyone defies you, just please tell me who - they won't see the skies again." His job to take away any pain she gained and to remove the stain. He doesn't mind.
Love and loyalty was never suited for royalty. A cup of tea in one hand and a knife in another was all Add had ever learned in this land. And a seed of envy burning into his soul so that what was gold, turns into coal. From the window, he loathes the sight of his queen and his knight, looking like a violent delight. Walking away, he couldn't help but to say," it'll soon go my way."
The pain that enters his mind is alright, shaking drastically in the night, knowing that she may leave him at anytime, gives him a fright. He was always uneasy, with lies and deception coating him so he couldn't see. Stumbling, breathing, laughing for tomorrow when he knows she won't be by him, in an empty hallow room, where it's only - him.
How did it change so quickly, from silent kisses to cold wishes. And whispers that seem to hush in the court room whenever he appears. He knows that his queen is with his knight, they act as if he's unaware. But how could he simply act as though he cared?
"I'm leaving," she bite out quickly, with the words piercing his heart painfully. No, no, it wasn't meant to be like this. The ringing hiss of the golden train trampling his brain. His throat went dry as he refused to cry - he wasn't a little boy who just lost a toy. He was a king, with a golden crown and a broken ring.
"Don't you care at all?" Desperation leaked through her words, still unable to accept that she was never his world. Her figure shaking, trembling as she saw a silent demon shadow, waiting for her to follow. "I really did love you," she whispered, but she wondered who it was she was talking to.
She remembers when she was going to meet him again, the feeling she got was sweat and giddy. The excitement bubbling, her heart jumping as she walked down the aisle - all she could do was to smile. And he was smiling as well, adoration written on his face causing her heart to swell. She was his queen, he was her king.
Walking away now, she still wonders how it all came crashing down. Free was what she had considered this feeling to be. But with the setting sun and the lost times, she felt her throat go dry. Now to the countryside she resides, with her lost lover's knight - barely a delight.