𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖊 ⚜️𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘

⚜️𝕰𝖑𝖉𝖞𝖗𝖆

The wind instrument resonates ominously through the chilly chamber. The drapes occasionally flutter as if a storm is brewing. Since the girl entered Desam's room, the temperature has fallen substantially. His heart is pounding in his throat. An anxious expression hovers in his deep eyes. Alana would be presumed dead if you didn't observe her calmly breathing. The young woman moves lasciviously towards Desam. His gaze is fixed on the young witch princess. Not out of want or desire. Only with skepticism.
Her almond-shaped, violet-colored eyes appear to shine as she focuses on him. Her eyes are deepened by smoky onyx black makeup and oil-colored dramatic eyeliner. Her bottom-heavy, salmon-pink lips are adorned with a devilish smirk. Many of Xena's facial traits may be observed in her heart-shaped face. Her distinctive ear shape reveals her origins. Round, but with a little point at the end. The ideal marriage of a witch and an elf. On her creamy pale complexion, her black step-arched brows appear almost painted. With every stride she makes, her azure blue teardrop earrings dance next to her powerful jawline. Her lengthy water-wave chocolate brown hair is braided into a linear plait. An azure blue négligée necklace hangs around her tiny neck. Another amulet sits nicely between her plump full breasts, formed into a silver pentagram with a crescent moon on either side. Her hourglass-shaped, thin figure is encased in an azure blue silk ball gown. The corset is completed as if it were an elegantly ornamented harness. Her feminine attractiveness is highlighted by the dress's flowing arms and deep V neckline. With each stride, her slim legs are highlighted by the high split. As she approaches, her azure blue high-heeled peep-toe platform shoes clack on the hardwood floor. Her fingers are adorned with several rings as well as long azure blue stiletto-shaped nails.
Desam's shoulder is lightly stroked by her. "Eldyra," he growls. His speech is tinged with malice. "What do you want" he asks, biting. She chuckles softly. "Oh Desam," she laughs. "Do not attempt to act though. It doesn't fit you... Puppy," she says quietly, grabbing his jaws. Desam gently groans as she licks his lips. "I'd like to know who you were talking to," she inquires as she walks gently in front of the youngster. "No one," he says. His voice is not as strong as he would like. He can't inform this witch that Alana has awakened. No, not yet. Alana will require some rest. He, too, requires time. He wants to find out more about her. He wants to hear her laugh once again. Eldyra cannot take away his hope. He hadn't felt that spark of optimism in many years. She sings, "I heard you." "It is not polite to listen in," he snaps. Eldyra laughs. "It's also not polite to lie," she hisses. Desam yanks his head away, horrified, as she kisses his lips firmly. "All right, you won. I do communicate with her on occasion. I know she can't respond, but it's actually beneficial for me to be able to clear my thoughts. Despite the fact that she can't hear me." Eldyra breaks out laughing. Clearly, his confession did not persuade her. "Oh my goodness, Desam. My lovely sweetie. You are absolutely adorable," she winks. "No," Desam exclaims as she turns to face Alana. He grips her arm, terrified. Eldyra's lips twist into a smile. Panic flashes over his face. "Desam, Desam, Desam," she sings, wagging her finger in front of his eyes.