[littl3chocobo]

as if just to be cruel she came, like always, just as he was tired of waiting and ready to give up though unlike before it was nearly pitch and only her hands and the bare skin between breast and hair-line were visible though like before they simply radiated a soft moon-bright glow as if she were a reflection of the celestial body and the dress were the heavens on the darkest of nights and her face the moon. only the queen of nights outshined her in brilliance though like the stars against the moon even the brightest of them were only there to accent not overwhelm. he found it apt that the first flowers of the year would wait for her if as to validate her beautiful earthy heathen ways. standing from the stone he plucked one of the flowers and went to greet her

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