The girl’s eyes belonged to the bird of prey, unsettling and intriguing all at once. Had he ever seen anything resembling a doll, he would have found the connection at once. Such an eerie, strange thing she was, with words few and mystical. His old self dearly wished to hide from those raptor eyes, but everyone had to grow up, including him. Her figure seemed bright against the dark of the night. Milk and cream in unorthodox harmony, so delicate and pretty. But he couldn’t indulge himself with her simple shell. His task was to be suspicious and distant.
The moon, she said. The young male smiled at this. He shared his dark God’s simple appearance, though the hues of his eyes would not change like Tak’s would. He was locked in the hide of the night and the moon, and belonged to both. He wanted to tell her this, but knew it would sound fake and childish once such words were carried on top of ebony lips. He titled his face to the side, afraid to break eye contact with this strange little thing. ”I’m cursed by Tak,” He decided to say, wishing he could in some way be as intriguing as her.
”Who are you?” he wondered, ebony ears rotating slightly, eagerly awaiting her name. It had to be something beautiful.
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