Once In A Blue Moon || Madeline & Erik
There was a perilous atmosphere about the night tonight, nocturnal reveries to ensue forth in subdued expanses, flickering artificial lights and a tiny bit of disturbing noises that mostly bothered the puzzled vampire. However, she kept hearing a certain name over and over. The town was filled with dripping whispers of venomous rumours and places. There was no way she wouldn’t check this one out. There was an inquisitive stare upon pallid physiognomy, searching, stalking, preying. Despite the still lingering individuals and curious eyes she had no joy in approaching, she kept a dormant silence. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth before biting on her lower lip, the rim of acute teeth scraping against sanguine lips that for some reason, tonight, craved more than just socializing.
But she was adjourned of any other desires, for the malice within her would it not be controlled, it would only spring forth like sharp wires of a hazardous aftermath. However, looking forth, she spotted the resemblance she knew. Or rather, used to know. The stars she wished to spot through the ceiling may have already begun warning her to just stay there, and not to get closer. But she no longer trusted their scintillating utterance, because the moon looked too suspicious; a colour she truly adored but not quite welcomed. She felt vexed, and utterly caught in a nest of fear.
Soon, she began her stride, and walked towards him, closer and closer still. Her most beloved companion and most trusted falcon. Perhaps, in centuries, the most enchanting personification of the nebulae. Vision blurred and was repealed as the hastening of foreground rushed to meet him. Then, Madeline stood there, serenity gleaming in her eyes. “Erik,” she wearily drew her eyes forth, dartmouth green meres widening into inconceivable reconciliation. It was all she could possibly bring herself to mutter, for now. But she was just as he remembered her; a doll-like figure with vines of auburn cascading down the pallor of swan-like shoulders and a svelte figure as if someone was thoroughly careful about crafting such piece of poetry.
