I'll wait for you in the dark
Let's wait for the daylight to go away
My love, by the trees, we will meet up
'Til the sunrise calls me to leave~<•>~
When he first saw her, he was young. He was about sixteen at the oldest and was in a rebellious stage of his life. He had snuck out of his childhood home for the night. He doesn't remember why, possibly to meet some friends, but it didn't matter once he saw her.
He was in the heart of the forest, the dense trees blocking anyone's view of him, despite that though, he could see in the clearing clearly.
In the clearing was a woman. She looked older than him but young all the same. She was ethereal, so perfect and beautiful and so unreal.
He couldn't see her face, but he didn't need to. Her long dark hair moved as if it was a fluid, moving in a nonexistent breeze. To him, it resembled the stories his grandmother had told him about the supposed "Void", a liquid-like substance that supposedly resembled the galaxy, and it's only found in the darkest and deepest mine, and it was sure to kill any and all that touched it.
Her dress was large and dark, with bat sleeves that stopped around her elbow, showing the fishnet sleeves that were on her arms. She wore a hat that covered most of her head, which reminded him of the type of hat a newfound widow wears to her husband's funeral.
She was kneeling beside an injured fawn. It was breathing heavily, probably scared out of its wits.
She shushed the animal. "It's okay," she said, her voice as ethereal as the rest of her, "you will rest soon."
She put her hand on the fawn's head and whispered a prayer. The fawn breathing relaxed and it laid down, closing its eyes.
It stopped breathing.
He gasped as she stood back up, her hair moving unnaturally. She turned towards him, and he gasped again.
Gods, she was so unnaturally beautiful. Her eyes were like the night sky, dark and full of stars. Her skin was as pale as the moon above. Her lips were a dark shade of red, resembling that of a dying rose.
It appeared that she didn't see him, and she walked in the dense forest in the opposite direction.
~<•>~
I'll wait for you in the cold
A rug on the snow and a candlelit meal
My love, by my side, we will dance away
Oh, what an affair would this be?~<•>~
He saw her again when he was twenty. He had long since moved away from his childhood home and was exploring the land.
It was late at night, and he was staying the night at an inn in a town. He had gone to the bar for a drink, and when he returned to the inn, he saw her in one of the rooms, kneeling beside an elderly woman sleeping peacefully. After she said her prayer, the elderly woman's breathing evened out and eventually stopped, and she had stood up. When she turned around, she met his gaze, and he knew that she knew that he saw.
He was about to turn and run towards his room and pretend that it was all some bizarre dream, but she had spoken before he could.
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FanfictionWill there be fluff? Yes Will there be angst? Definitely Will there be oneshots that go from one to the other (fluff to angst and vice versa)? Absolutely Will there be smut? Fuck no, I don't write that shit Will there be cursing? Hell yes, so keep y...