Sep 1, 2021
𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬
Star-crossed whumpers. (Noctyrne, first encounters, sfw, 100 words).
Her skin had subtle imperfections, like it was gold-ridden – embedded with an earthen beauty.
Her hair sat at her waist, divided in two colours by her spine. The left was as dark as the northern abyss, and the right, the colour of the same star which had bleached it.
Looking into her eyes opened my own. Her returning gaze overawed me, but the shape of her smile told me she desired me no ill fate.
Her mouth thundered a storm, yet all she said was ‘hello’ in a language I had not met.
She was captivating in every way,
and she had to die.