captivating and sensual,
unusually hypnotic.
d e m o n ' s d a n c e f l o o r
air sweet-full of kisses
She felt afloat, submerged in an invisible depth of ephemeral silver tinged a ghostly white. A haunting melody erupted from the deep obscurity of her transient dream, a lovely symphony of antique violins and tarnished harps echoing in the depths of her sleep. Pallid flakes of snow swayed from above her head and disappeared into thin air before it touched the ground. She blinked - unusual, indeed. Her toffee-silk hair cascaded over her shoulders like a flowing stream after a spell of rain and her white skin, pale as rain, radiated with a poignant and rather wistful splendor; her glitter-dappled lashes and lustrous lips enhanced her natural beauty; therefore, looking as heavenly as ever.
He, the "ghost" within the walls of her very dream smiled with a certain eloquence no other could possibly attempt because this was exactly how he pictured their first meeting: exquisite, sensual, and mysterious. He watched her from his fantasy veil as she appeared in his world in a sparkling mist. He had adored her from afar, tended to her every fantasies by creating a world of her own behind closed lids. Now, after all that he had done for her, it was she who needed to return the favour. She had no idea what would be in store for her, however, unfortunate as it was. The man behind the curtain was of no knowledge to her as well. It was very unfortunate. They would have to meet with the graces of two individuals who would see each other for the first time.
He smirked, though, knowing that to allow this mere mortal to glimpse at him would be too easy. Thus, he wanted to tantalize this dove-like creature further and let his presence only to be known. His appearance to her would have to wait. It was a foolproof plan, it was. With every tormenting step to the view of his identity, he would make her fall in love with his grace, his elegance, his intelligence instead of that good-for-nothing blue-eyed Soldier that had captured her heart at her years of adolescence and then some.
Undeniably, he had glanced through mirrored portals of the outside world he would soon live in and stole a look at the blue-eyed youth that had managed to make this maiden's heart flutter like soft butterfly wings in midair. Together, they looked, to his dismay, fit for each other. He was serious; she was playful and yet both were so sensitive and compassionate when it came to the other. They were not a "couple", as the humans say, much to his delight.
So that was the beginning of his plan.
To break the two soon-to-be lovers and make this snow darling fall for the man who made her every wishes come true in the fantasy world: him. The man with the eyes, which shared the pigment of a single blade of grass and hair the colour of moonlight, the body of every woman's desire and the emotions of sandpaper and satin, rough and gentle, was him.
Now was the time to react as the angel had already begun to investigate any possible fissures – of which there were none – within this dream world. He slunk behind her with the agility and grace of a kitten, stealthily like a lion. With a soft whisper of inaudible words, she stopped in her tracks, as if held down by invisible hands. Her eyes fluttered close and he nodded approvingly.
Then, he placed two hands on her shoulders and caressed the skin underneath his palms, loving the soft flesh that shocked his senses; they were lightning-like. He noticed her tense and he massaged her. He leaned close to her so that his lips barely grazed her ear and he whispered soft words of comfort and a promise not to be forgotten.
"Do not be frightened, White Maiden. Today, I finally meet you and as I have finally had the graces to do so, it shall be your turn to meet me in moment's time. The night of the new moon, you shall meet me again and then begins our destiny. Sweet dreams… Tifa Lockheart."
He left a butterfly kiss on her cheek and returned to his veiled existence and watched her spin around in confusion, as the mist swallowed her whole and returned her to reality.
Soon, sweet one, very soon.