11-19-2015, 01:10 AM
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
He hadn’t paid any mind to the occasional gasps of surprise or shrieks that seemed to be punctuating the meadow (all thanks to a strange little portal-hopping mad shadow creature that he was completely unaware of). The shadow child seemed to only take interest in those worth his time and care or possibly those who caught his fancy for a brief time.
But his solo was soon to be accompanied with dissonant chord.
His only warning was a slight disturbance in the air that he could pick up and suddenly there’s a muzzle rudely being pushed into his face and manipulating his head about as it pleased. Michaelis had never been a prude about personal space, but even this was a bit disconcerting when there was no advance warning.
A short demand accompanies the touch and he is startled enough to quickly acquiesce. He maneuvers away from what looks like quite pointy teeth and mismatched eyes finally get a relatively clear view of the strange shadow-girl. Perhaps it was this creature instead who could be considered truly interesting.
Even his sharp eyesight seemed to have a little trouble of receiving a solid outline from the girl as her body seemed to be just as wispy as the very tendrils which continued to happily pat him down. He thought it strange that they remained undisturbed when normally they jealously tried to keep his attention on them or they even tried to hide him away from others. It was as if this girl was simply another one of their kind and genuinely accepted into their fold.
Interesting, indeed.
“My girl, I’m what you’d consider a hot mess.”
He couldn’t help but to be a bit flippant over her question. He was just your average run-of-the-mill meadow-goer. There wasn’t anything too terribly intriguing about him, unless you counted his obsession with collecting shiny, beautifully powerful things and happily surrounding himself with said things. Sure, he prowled the night like a mopey vampire most times, but he couldn’t quite help that the sunlight pained his eyes enough that he’d rather hide away from it all.
Michaelis gives the girl a pointed once-over and promptly turns the question back upon herself.
“Perhaps I should be asking you the same question?”
( The Shadow Child )