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Scene from AU RP with ~Polgara-Soceress. I play Elliot and she plays Will of the Abyss. This is my Pandora Hearts crack pairing and I like it a lot.
Red was foreign on her. A lifetime growing beside her and Elliot had never seen her in that colour. She always wore white, she was wearing white right now, but she usually accompanied it with blue. Violet. Green, even. And he didn't need a second glance down to think that the red of her cloth roses and the real roses at their feet horribly twin in hue and melting into each other until he couldn't tell apart.
Red was her sister's colour and red was the eye colour of her husband.
She never looked more tempting.
(Quite the feat, for her.)
(That was Elliot gradually leaning closer)
In that white dress stealing colours from the white of her hair spattered with roses like blood blots it was so her. Sadistic kind of enchantment and tonight his breath has been caught since he saw her anyways, had he actually had any oxygen since? Because he couldn't remember. In that sea of torn roses, kneeling before the girl who had hurt him, Elliot Nightray muttered something resembling an insincere apology before biting his glove off, taking it in his left and tipping her chin with that left hand while angling his head for her mouth.
His right hand went to the skin of her back, he knew he might as well have just leapt face-first into the rosebushes. Her thorns always felt more real.
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. -Samwise Gamgee
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