Love Within Death
by :
Celeny
Christian wandered the pale grime coated streets of Monmarte. Soot blew into his face mixed with the
quickly cooling air, leaving a dark chilly residue. His hands were shoved in the worn and threadbare
pockets of his old black coat, hoping that the confinement of the fabric and his failing body heat would
somehow warm them. His brown hair fell into his down turned face in sporadic windblown patches,
juxtaposing sharply with his cream like waxen skin tone. Prostitutes hovered in the duskiness of seemingly
endless alleyways, their heavy makeup setting their night tinted faces ablaze, almost spectral phantoms
that haunted the dusky hours before dawn. Christian continued through the narrow avenues unbothered,
his shoes not even clicking against the dirty cobblestones as he silently wandered. The women who
watched him through the comforting cloaks of shadow were too fearful to approach this man. There was
something inhuman about the way he walked, how his legs seemed not to move at all, and how his
colorless skin gave off a brilliant lustrous sheen that wasn't dampened by the lack of light. And his eyes, in
those rare moments that he glanced up from the blackened floor, gleamed out from his bloodless face like
twin jade beacons, incandescent in their unearthly radiance. Just watching him stride sadly through the
roads left an involuntary shiver to shake their shoulders, and a certainty burned into their minds.
Whatever this creature was, it was not human.
by :
Celeny
Christian wandered the pale grime coated streets of Monmarte. Soot blew into his face mixed with the
quickly cooling air, leaving a dark chilly residue. His hands were shoved in the worn and threadbare
pockets of his old black coat, hoping that the confinement of the fabric and his failing body heat would
somehow warm them. His brown hair fell into his down turned face in sporadic windblown patches,
juxtaposing sharply with his cream like waxen skin tone. Prostitutes hovered in the duskiness of seemingly
endless alleyways, their heavy makeup setting their night tinted faces ablaze, almost spectral phantoms
that haunted the dusky hours before dawn. Christian continued through the narrow avenues unbothered,
his shoes not even clicking against the dirty cobblestones as he silently wandered. The women who
watched him through the comforting cloaks of shadow were too fearful to approach this man. There was
something inhuman about the way he walked, how his legs seemed not to move at all, and how his
colorless skin gave off a brilliant lustrous sheen that wasn't dampened by the lack of light. And his eyes, in
those rare moments that he glanced up from the blackened floor, gleamed out from his bloodless face like
twin jade beacons, incandescent in their unearthly radiance. Just watching him stride sadly through the
roads left an involuntary shiver to shake their shoulders, and a certainty burned into their minds.
Whatever this creature was, it was not human.