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This chapter is about one of my favorite characters- The Joker. Which means the old version of Lynn 8]
Enjoy, lovelies!

Part three: Butterfly (Princess) and The Joker

Miracles

Somewhere in the spade country…

"Bloody hell," a husky British-accented voice muttered through the trees. "Why do I always lose my way and crap?"

The figure ran his elegant, slim fingers through his long, visibly spiky blond hair, allowing a better view of his stunning eyes. He was tall with wide shoulders, fine muscles, and beautifully bronzed skin. His eyes were a rare shade of lavender- heavily lashed, exotic and dark.

Frustrated, he growled and winced, intensifying his dark features. His royal purple orbs darted around madly for the slightest hint of life.

What caught his eye was a doll. Or more, a woman that looked like a doll.

From the back, with her twirling black hair and pale skin, she looked like a doll- lifeless, breakable, porcelain and perfectly balanced. Though not at all a dainty figure- she carried an air of importance in her steps. The joker made up his mind to approach her.

"Hey-"

She twirled quickly around on her heals. His eyes widened.

Her hair- flowing down her back in chunks of even curls- weren't much of a surprise. So weren't her long, sickly pale fingers or her flawless skin. Not even those small, cherry lips or that narrow chin, or that perfect nose. No, none of those were too stunning.

It was her eyes. Her eyes were dark- not like the night sky littered with endless stars, not like the shadows seeping through the curtains on a bright day-but like a black hole, swirling with dark emotions, threatening to devour those who were brave enough to venture her soul. Even her wild eyelashes held passion and defiance in their own way.

His shock didn't wear off for a while. While everything else was so glassy, so perfect, so equally beautiful, those eyes… those wild, exotic eyes that studied him with all the air of a lead lioness did not belong there, did not belong with that cherry red mouth, did not belong with that frail figure, did not belong with such a proportional face.

And yet, while the rest of her features belonged in an extraordinary picture with the lifelessness and beauty included, those eyes were the only part of the girl that drew him in.

So much that he didn't realize he was standing there, obviously studying her with wide eyes.

Her tiny red lips curled up in a polite smile, but her eyes stayed hard, at the same time exposing numbers of passionate emotions he couldn't read. It amazed him how her face and body were one and her eyes were one. But he knew from the way she walked that it was those menacing dark pupils that held her raw emotions.

"Howdy," he whispered smoothly, fixing his glazed lilac eyes on the girl. "I'm a newcomer here. Care to tell me around?"

The girl's dark eyes trailed around his figure, taking everything around him in, but never once looking at him himself. She looked at his face, and for a second, the darkness in her eyes blazed like a black fire, ready to burn her surroundings. And just like that, her eyes returned to their normal, mysterious holes, beckoning him to come in deeper and find what were in those holes.

Yeah, like those addicting caves that made you want to go in deeper and deeper, despite the booby traps and melancholy of it all, partly for the treasure you expect to find inside and partly for the thrill. Those kind of caves where you were almost sure you were going to die.

"Where are you headed?"

Her voice was dangerous and thick, like vines possessively wrapping around a castle in a fairytale. It had a fine edge and style to it, mainly because it was so whispery and velvety. The smile in her words didn't show up in her eyes, so he figured it was fake.

He, in return, returned the smile with a fake grin of his own, exposing his brilliant, pearly white fangs. "To wherever I ought to be," he answered with fake enthusiasm. "I wouldn't be asking you if I was so sure, would I?"

She nodded with her eyes, almost forcing them to lose their life. "Yes, of course. Forgive me. Are you looking for someone?"

He flashed a charming smirk, his eyes sparkling slyly. "Mhm. Amon, your King."

Her whole body hardened immediately.

Silence.

Then: "He didn't tell me he had any visitors today."

Despite the uncomfortable silence, the Joker's smirk and confidence remained unfazed. "Miracles come in surprises."

She smiled uncertainly, her dark eyes confused, but serious. "…Right. Well in that case, i'll have to lead you there. It's a bit far from here."

He leaned casually against a nearby rock, crossing his arms solemnly over his masculine chest. "How long are we talking?"

She checked her watch, delicate curls gently brushing against her white cheek. "Two hours or so."

He raised a perfect blonde eyebrow in pretend exasperation. "I can find someone else."

Her smile hardened, almost instantly. "Thank you for worrying, but I'm fine, really. I was just going to go there myself."

The reply was a charming 'pshawww' from her newly made companion. He examined her figure skeptically before pushing himself up, back into his standard, very-bored-looking position. Smirking, he waved her fiery, passionate eyes away as well as he could. "Then lead the way, chap."

She turned away with grace and attitude, a daring combination. Nevertheless, it worked on her. Dried up orange leaves crackled under her soft boots, creating quite an interesting ruckus of sound. Behind her, - walked with something between and prowl and a stride, visually seeming like he owned the world but actually not daring to make a whisper of a sound. Even after she had gotten use to his silent treading, she frequently turned around very often to see if he was following her.

"Excuse me," she breathed halfway through the journey. "I forgot to ask for your name." Then she paused, catching her breath and seemingly admiring his walking technique. "I'm Butterfly," she added, eyeing him as softly as she could.

He jolted up, though his eyes didn't seem the least bit startled. Infact, he gave out a huge, lazy stretch, flexing his arms and twisting so that his muscles rippled underneath his rich blouse. "Oh, me?" Then he yawned, a short, fixed yawn. "I'm a miracle."