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Captivated by You

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Absurd yet clad in idealism, how can one describe such a thing?

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Chapter 5, Quixotic Words

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A prick upon a fragile finger, Veronique licked the blood from her injury continuing to make the rose's beauty expand. She hummed a sweet song, a ballad of some sort when she was interrupted.

"Veronique, tell what you wanted me to do here?" asked Alexiel in an austere tone.

"Milady I wish to tell you of my circumstances, it may not faze you but I feel this penetrating feeling, that you need to know," her words were dressed in calmness, her ambience seeming clean yet her aura, was that of a dreary gloom.

Alexiel sat upon a stone bench watching nearby birds bathe in the bird bath, singing a song of liberty, and being one with a carefree nature, "Do begin then," she replied, smiling at the birds' naivety.

"Yes of course," came her words, tinted as if they were foolish.

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Footsteps. Locked within the heat of the spring night. A lustful sigh emitted from sweet lips.

There once a time when Eden Eyes was infatuated with the Dark Devil. Always sympathetic, it was her true nature an aspect that could never be expunged from her. Through the locks and chains of his heart she managed to open a single one, not much but it was one nonetheless.

Veronique awaited in the heavenly sanctuary of the garden watching the fireflies intervene into a rhythmic waltz, her silk auburn nightgown tracing the outlines of her curves, the glow of her eyes more immense then that of the stars and crescent moon combined.

"I feel your breath," were his quixotic words.

She searched frantically for her obsession her knees falling to gravity at this free yet imprisoned emotion, "I can't see--" words sliced in half, by the so-called chaste kiss.

Her hand brushing upon the nape of his neck, fingers running through the devil's ebony hair. A shared romance between the two. He removed the straps upon her dress, pursuing her with both lies and truths, deceitful, yet honest. Enough to shatter you into oblivion yet enough to recreate you with affection matched to that of angels. Risky but it didn't become the matter at hand.

"I love you…" three simple words yet cerebral by the emotions of humans, but clearer then droplets of water when it was spoken by him.

"I… love you," words trapped in ecstasy. The lust took over like a seeping poison.

A past affair shared between two lovers. Living only to this day because of the heart that's still waiting. Like a kidnapped princess, or perhaps a legendary weapon that has yet to be discovered.

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The sun was beginning to diminish in the distance. The birds had long flown away the stars beginning to hang like lanterns in the street known as the sky. A tear purely of sadness and sorrow falling from the pride infested gypsy.

"Why don't you seek some type of revenge? You're so…" she was incapable of finishing her sentence.

"…in love," finished Veronique, "Alexiel I tried and failed miserably, there is absolutely no salvation for me," she closed her eyes watching the strings of her heart snap one by one, "…I know he's able to maintaining love, I feel it within the caverns of an empty heart, so please a favor for me?" she asked as if it were a plea for life, and maybe it was.

"…Anything," came her sincere reply.

"Do not hate him," concise words.

Alexiel looked to the ground and then grabbed Veronique's hand, shaking it into a deal, "For you, the only friend I have here, never in my life have I seen such a selfless person as yourself."

Veronique smiled, "I'm flattered," she stated with a slight laugh.

"If I believed in God I would tell you that you have been blessed by angels," Alexiel's words were dear.

A bond between a dying and blossoming rose, such an ironic fate one would think.

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The night draped like a heavy curtain and Alexiel managed to escape dinner with Lucifer for he had important business matters to handle. Veronique was in her quarters she seemed quite sickly and pale when she finished her tragic love story, and allowed Alexiel to linger about the garden. She was sprawled upon the stone bench watching the tinseled sky looking for a shooting star to wish her away from this dreaded place. A maid that had been hounding her for the past hour finally became satisfied when given the command to have their mistress return to the lord's chambers.

A wistful sigh escaped her mouth, along with a yawn, she arranged her into a loose ribbon, being hesitant in opening the door she inched inside detecting no presence within the room she laid upon the bed, wrapping her arms around a feathered pillow, immediately smelling his scent she grew nauseous. She took the time to examine the room.

It was themed darkly the only light emitting from a wavering candle, tattered scarlet curtains dressed the vast windows that were painted in honor of all seven sins, and a fireplace that seemed abandoned for there were no stains of ash, and charcoal scarves hanging from a hook upon the ceiling creating a deathly look to sleeping quarters, along with the smooth matching bed set of what looked like Asian silk. Bare walls. She mused, it was like his bare heart.

Her heart skipped a beat, losing its tempo as she heard his voice ring down the halls like an alarm. She fled from his bed hiding behind his wardrobe located in the corner of the room, the shadows of the objects sheltering her body. He stepped in relentlessly opening the door as he took off his flamboyant outfit, loathing it he threw it to the ground, his muddy boots leaving hateful footprints upon it.

He laid upon his bed a womanly scent seeming to linger around the room, he ignored it too frustrated within his business matters to even bother to worry about such an irrelevance.

She watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed the brilliance of the tiny flame flicker waves upon his pale yet built figure. His ravenous hair matching the color of the black silk and the placidity of the midnight breeze running along his body, causing a slight shiver. She debated on whether to expose herself to him, feeling like watching him without him knowing was quite disgusting. Not like the tables were turning but she felt as if she was being put under a spell. She took in a silent inhale as she inched closer to the wall and to her dismay a book happened to fall upon her head and she slipped upon loose board causing herself to fall onto her knees revealing her presence and a large tear upon the thigh of her dress. She chided, if she had died within that moment she probably would have been relieved.

A smug smirk appeared on his lips as he opened closed eyes revealing opals of gray, he sat up watching as she nonchalantly got to her feet. His eyes watching as she looked to the ground in refusal to look upon his face. Quite a night they'll share.

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A/N: ^_^;; Yes I'm ready… SMITE MEE!!! *holds up shield* I know I haven't worked on this fic in a LOOOONG time but I got this chapter done so here ya go my patient people. I started thinking about how I'm such a hypocrite and I can't stand when I have to wait forever till the next chapter of a fic I'm dyin to read so I guess that sparked my creativity. And just in case I don't update soon (I highly doubt) Rociel shall be making an appearance soon I gotta include him somewhere he's an important part of Alexiel ^o^!! Now I'm off to work on more neglected fics *walks away sadly* ;_;… oh yeah I don't care about the typo's cause they're prolly a lot and their just apart of my dailyness.

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-Look at past disclaimers I'm tired of this…