"My blind angel.." The chaotician murmured softly, resting his hand on her pale face. "You're still as beautiful as I remember."
The gentle cupping of the contour of her features brought Fleurette to tilt her face into his hand, a smile stretching across her lips. "Why, thank you..." She whispered softly. "It has been far too long, and... so much has happened. I have missed you."












