iliana amaranth

She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;

How interesting this strange pale dark haired woodland boy was, the way he watches her, the way her struggles as if he is drowning within his own head. She could not help but offer him a sweet little smile, after all, it was a moonlit kiss that illuminated her features then and yet he looks at her like she was a two-headed beast! His ruby eyes seem to watch her, narrowed before he closes that space between them, clearly not that afraid of her. She encourages him to smile, it would certainly help him look a little less grumpy and perhaps a little more friendly. It would do him some good. What a youthful appearing boy he was and yet his reaction seems to cause a bloom of amusement all the same. "It would make your dazzling eyes glitter, it would. It is a travesty you won't." she utters softly her declaration, slightly uncomfortable the way he looks at her. Staring. Unblinking. Fixated. He reminds her of a feral unfriendly predator within the woods. How she is certain he must be misunderstood. Just like them.

It was then that he abruptly pulls her into him, his grip in unyielding. How she felt like a trapped little sparrow in the hungry jowls of a wolf. She tries to wriggle free, to put a little bit of breathing distance. His presence is a suffocating thing, never had she met someone like it. She didn't like the feeling of being trapped, didn't like that compromising position he forces her in. Mr. Crow was right, she shouldn't have gone out at night. It was just so easy to get lost in the brilliant colours of the sunset, to be hypnotized and lured by the silvery gentle glow of the moon. How beautiful it was, even still, even within his unyielding grip. It seems to offer her a certain tranquility, her metallic eyes seem glint beneath that moon.

In an instant he has her thrust backward, like she burned him! She nearly loses her footing entirely, she trusts her feet, they seem to catch her. What a peculiar fellow, her eyes shift to the paleness of his face, confusion lingering upon the fairy's gentle features. No, he was not nice at all. Maybe he could be. No one treated her in this foul manner. Yet he seemed to be struggling with something, maybe he hurt.. That would have made her cranky too. She knew she should have been more frightened, his lack of answers should have disturbed her more than they did. Strong silent type, she determines. It only made her want to question him more as though eventually he would have to fall to her friendly whims and actually answer her. Even though her emotions seem to crumble and her eyes well with tears that threaten to spill, but they do not.

Instead she spoke to him softly, so sweetly assuring him it was ok that he had rabies. It surely would explain why he was so strange. With a fearlessness, like a flower facing the moon instead of the sun she leans in. Placing a tender kiss upon his cool forehead. He was so still like a statue, it felt like she kissed a cool smooth gemstone. That was exactly what her lips felt. Yet it was such a sweet innocent little token, a soothing press of her lips. She lingers for only but a moment suspended in time a smile caressing her lips as she peers at him with an almost eager look. Perhaps he would feel better now. How naive she was. She wrinkles her nose a touch, blinking at him with her large doe eyes. She hardly anticipated to be met with such a fierce growl in return. Her face melds into one of concern then, those tears all but forgotten. Before she could ask him if he was ok... he grumbled at her. "I told you.. kisses make everything better. I think I cured your rabies, you don't look so menacing anymore. You don't need to growl anymore. Are you sure your not a wolf?" She states rather proudly, a content giggle escaping her plush lips. "You have no reason to be so angry anymore." Yet his expression is emotionless, frozen in place like he were truly a statue and not animated at all. For a second, she wondered if he had malfunctioned.

He then faces her with an abruptness, acting like he was going to storm off but unable to do. He looked a little silly spinning circles like he was going to dance with her. When he reaches to grab her, his grasp is almost gentle like he wished to hug her instead of harm her. She knew it.. she cured him.. she.. Oh. This was not anticipated.

His cool lips had met her own so abruptly, her eyes widen in alert surprise. It was only for an instant like he couldn't believe his own actions. His grip suddenly tightens upon her, it was nearly bruising through her warm jacket. Yet it was only pain, she hardly liked it. It felt like his hands bit her. Her lips parted in surprise as she is at a loss for words. Those ruby red eyes met her own, she could never say this has happened before. She laughs, a sweet sound. How he seemed so full of hatred and yet his expression only makes her ever more curious.

"I don't believe you. You don't mean it.. Right? Is it opposite day?" She wants to bring her finger tips to her lips as though her mouth was somehow changed. How could he tell her he hated her, she had never been told that before. Perhaps there was a first for everything.

"Well, I don't hate you, nope. Not even a little. I am a little confused.. I can't say anyone has ever done.. that before. But can you please let go, just a little, or your going to colour my arms purple."

barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain;