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I felt like writing and so I thought I'd share with you guys.
She nodded. Then without a sound she moved across to the centre of the plateau and placed both hands on the cold stone. The pillar came up to her neck, forcing her to raise both her head and her hands to rest comfortably.
He looked on from the background, moving his head in approval.
She winced against the bitter cold of the marble; ground her teeth together to stop from calling out. Her hands felt like ice after a few seconds of them being there. She began to whisper the words quickly, but a harsh "SLOW!" from him renounced her pace.
"Doesn't she look beautiful..."
He spun around, alarmed. He looked behind, to the trees.
"All I can do is touch her long blond hair..."
His eyes widened in fear. He turned to his left, his black robes rippling around his feet. If it hadn't been for her he would have drawn his sword, but she must not be disturbed.
"You'll never know what I did to her, all the hell I put her through..."
"Who's there?" he whispered, his breath forming an icy cloud in the air around him as he released it. He turned to his right, but nothing but the eloquence of the lake met his eyes.
"She'll always be my..."
"What?"
"Do you think she knows I miss her?"
"Who are you?" he was genuinely frightened now, for he could see no human being anywhere around. His gaze flickered back to her. She stood elegantly, still whispering to herself. He looked at her eyes. Although closed he could see her eyelids turning blue. He looked to her hands. Purple.
"My konstantine..."
"Excuse me?"
In fading black purple sky he met the knife...
Okay I don't know WHAT the hell that was. I dunno, the song inspired me to write something. Please ignore.
She nodded. Then without a sound she moved across to the centre of the plateau and placed both hands on the cold stone. The pillar came up to her neck, forcing her to raise both her head and her hands to rest comfortably.
He looked on from the background, moving his head in approval.
She winced against the bitter cold of the marble; ground her teeth together to stop from calling out. Her hands felt like ice after a few seconds of them being there. She began to whisper the words quickly, but a harsh "SLOW!" from him renounced her pace.
"Doesn't she look beautiful..."
He spun around, alarmed. He looked behind, to the trees.
"All I can do is touch her long blond hair..."
His eyes widened in fear. He turned to his left, his black robes rippling around his feet. If it hadn't been for her he would have drawn his sword, but she must not be disturbed.
"You'll never know what I did to her, all the hell I put her through..."
"Who's there?" he whispered, his breath forming an icy cloud in the air around him as he released it. He turned to his right, but nothing but the eloquence of the lake met his eyes.
"She'll always be my..."
"What?"
"Do you think she knows I miss her?"
"Who are you?" he was genuinely frightened now, for he could see no human being anywhere around. His gaze flickered back to her. She stood elegantly, still whispering to herself. He looked at her eyes. Although closed he could see her eyelids turning blue. He looked to her hands. Purple.
"My konstantine..."
"Excuse me?"
In fading black purple sky he met the knife...
Okay I don't know WHAT the hell that was. I dunno, the song inspired me to write something. Please ignore.