Piercing darkness turned it's head upon the land in which the fiery slayer called his abode. Twinkling stars appeared beyond his window, opening his mind to luscious ideas of the lady in which he'd call his own, given the simple choice.
Long and difficult were the nights in which Dilandau Albatou was empty. Drinking his soul was the accursed guardian of love. With all the strength he could muster, the soldier cursed this putrid human emotion. Refused he was not 'just human', he indeed often had.
Many a' nights hath it been since his Angel had visited his doorstep. His heart could not be content with this instance. Lani was what his mind, body, and very soul demanded. Problem was it that she likely was immune to this dreadful request...
Cold and shaken, a bright young lady retired to a deserted, wooden shack buried in a tremendous woods. Would her dearest thought, memory, and being give acceptance to her entry? Without the caress of the swallow tyrant she'd come to love, Lani felt in her heart she could simply not exist...
Upon the rickety door of the slayer's home came a pounding. Who could possibly call upon him at this time? Late into the hours was it indeed. Giving way to the intruder, the door slammed open all at once.
Entering his home was the Angel he'd dreamed of for many nights. Thinking was denied. The silver-haired criminal rushed to Lani's aid, pressing his lips tightly up against her's, all principles being pushed aside.
Instance upon instance froze time. Bodies against each other, the unlikely pair stood against the wall, daring not to move from each other; for fear of being taken back by the moment...
Long and difficult were the nights in which Dilandau Albatou was empty. Drinking his soul was the accursed guardian of love. With all the strength he could muster, the soldier cursed this putrid human emotion. Refused he was not 'just human', he indeed often had.
Many a' nights hath it been since his Angel had visited his doorstep. His heart could not be content with this instance. Lani was what his mind, body, and very soul demanded. Problem was it that she likely was immune to this dreadful request...
Cold and shaken, a bright young lady retired to a deserted, wooden shack buried in a tremendous woods. Would her dearest thought, memory, and being give acceptance to her entry? Without the caress of the swallow tyrant she'd come to love, Lani felt in her heart she could simply not exist...
Upon the rickety door of the slayer's home came a pounding. Who could possibly call upon him at this time? Late into the hours was it indeed. Giving way to the intruder, the door slammed open all at once.
Entering his home was the Angel he'd dreamed of for many nights. Thinking was denied. The silver-haired criminal rushed to Lani's aid, pressing his lips tightly up against her's, all principles being pushed aside.
Instance upon instance froze time. Bodies against each other, the unlikely pair stood against the wall, daring not to move from each other; for fear of being taken back by the moment...