this isnt really a blurb or fic so idk what to do with it
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a/n: sudden inspiration, i dont know how to explain it but this might be the best thing ive written, james isnt explicitly stated so feel free to imagine him as anyone youd like i just personally imagined him when i wrote this
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He notices her from across the room, angelic. She’s clad in a silk dress the milky tones of it shimmering and caressing her skin complimenting everything about her perfectly. He loved the way her hair flowed gently down her shoulders and past falling against her dress. How the eyeliner and mascara she wore were uneven and slightly smudged from the humidity and her naturally shaky hands.
He wanted to delve himself into her and lose himself along the way, he wanted her to be everything that he felt, wanted, needed. He wanted her to be the reason he could breathe, he wanted her to be his oxygen, to never be apart from her.
She’s the forbidden angel and he’s the devil's advocate, a pretentious duo, the pale golden aura, and the death-laden darkness. Glowing halo and devil horns, pastel angel wings that carried her to a better place, a place where she belonged, and dark murky wings that carried him to the depths of darkness. She lit the whole room on fire with her love and he only darkened it, she spread happiness and he spread despair.
He wanted to be like her, he wanted to be so much more, he wanted to have hope again, it’d been too long since he’d hoped for anything. He hoped she would notice him lurking in the corner, he hoped she would talk to him, he hoped she would shine her light onto him and only him for a moment, even just a moment of hope, of happiness, of love. He wanted to be enough for her to stay even though asking for someone to stay is much more difficult than only saying goodbye.
She met his eyes feeling them study her for so long, they were swirling with gold only the angels had in their souls, pure innocence, hearts of gold. His red-brown eyes swirled back at her hoping that she wouldn’t look away. He hoped she could bring him to the light, he didn’t want the darkness anymore, he wanted to be free, he wanted to be with her. He wanted the unforbidden innocence she held, he wanted to be able to hold her without her being burned by his darkness.
It was like she was drawing him in, reaching out and calling, beckoning him to come and be with her. He got his hopes, he reached out, she reached too.
The energy of the touch sent shudders through their spines, the grazing of fingertips, ones so soft they could’ve easily belonged to a child, and the others rough and calloused though utterly inviting. Palms dancing together caressing lightly, testing each other, their eyes trained on the flesh of one another. They held each other's wrists and she looked into his eyes, he looked into her, they waited as if only for the other to break off and pull away, neither did.
He devoured everything about her, the way her skin felt against his, the way her eyes sparkled explicitly like diamonds up close, her soft lips smooth and unchapped, and the freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose. He couldn't see it but his eyes and aura were glowing gold, his wings dampened colors were fading and he hardly noticed, he lost himself in her.
