Unveiled (MLL)

With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of ‘Manerium Somniorum’ The manor of dreams. Standing at the gates his anger dissipated to a form of fear and melancholy. Christian knew it like he knew the back of his hand that these emotions were his. Whatever he was feeling was an aftermath of what the manor was listening in on. The walls were screaming the story that unfolded between their bricks as the windows tried to leap open, over powered by the yearning need for some kind of a void. An escape from what unfolded. The gate of the manor seemed barred from reality. Acutely preoccupied by the nightmare. Participating and escaping every word the manor screamed. Time did not exist beyond these gates. No what was left behind was simply the shadow of broken hearts. With each second that passed Christian watched a darkness descend upon the manor as thick mists of clouds and shadows formed. Untouched was the reality outside the gate but inside Manerium Somniorum dreamed. Dreamed of a heartbroken man. Echoed of an unquenchable thirst. Begged for her return. Pulling every reality into it in its desperation, whispering and moaning Christian or anyone that dared to watch to enter. Enter their dream. Dream their love. And bathe in their despair as a symphony lulled Christian into a heavy sleep. With each ticking minute the manor seemed to draw further and further away, without even realizing his eyes had closed and his body was mesmerized by her. By them. It played out again like a song, starting with a verse. A look. A pair of eyes. A shadow. As translucent darkness shone brightly around a man and interlaced with his soul. And there she stood. It was her form and her face and yet her eyes betrayed who she was. A conscious thought metaphored into her existence, standing right there under the soft glow of his lantern. Christian was the prince and the prince was chaos as their fell in love for the first time. As their skin felt the fleeting graze of her smile and their ears heard the soft whisper of her gown tease the ground. There all three souls stood as one falling in love with the same form and yet a different woman. "We were never meant for tomorrow ..." She said with a trembling voice as her hand reached out for his, so close and yet much like their fates all there was between them were dreams.

taipan · 都市

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Chapter 7

Christian was not sure why but yet again he found himself perched on the tree that faced her window. Perversely watching her breath. Watching the long red curls flow down her shoulders. The soft strands curl around her wrist as the other hand ran a brush through the locks. Her small pink lips coated in a glistening gloss of pink paint. Her bright green eyes looking back at her own reflection. Watching the tight dress trace her body with excitement.

He never thought that women could look beautiful in red. Always finding the color too bold to be beautiful but when donned on Aliqua Tia it looked stunning. Christian knew this was wrong, to watch her every moment of my life, to worship her with my eyes and imaging the taste of her lips, without her permission. He was raised better than that. But, there was something about her that Christian could not fight. An unseen bond. An unexplainable force of attraction. And it wasn't about her beauty. No doubt she was the most beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure to gaze upon but the attraction Christian felt for her is more than skin deep. Like it was his very soul that she seemed to lure.

But, that's madness.

And yet here he was following her to the party. One that was being held at his own mansion, might he add. Christian was well hidden she couldn't see him but somehow he got the distinct impression that she knew he was here but that didn't seemed to scare her. That she felt safe under Christian's watch.

Christian watched as her large hips began to sway to the heels. Her legs taking slow tentative steps for his benefit. Begging for his attention. And then she suddenly stopped, her head turned to his direction. It was her way of letting Christian know she wanted him here. With her.

A smile played on her lips before as she said, "I want you here, I always will."

There was something about the way she said it, like she knew who he was. That a deeper more basic level recognized him. Belonged to him. Knew him and loved him. But, that was not possible. Nobody could love him, accept him. But, in that one moment Christian's heart dared to hope.

Athena entered Christian's house and was immediately greeted by Freda. Christian was jealous of Freda's hands that got to touch Athena. Feel the porcelain skin under her own. Study each etched line and pore of her body. But, Freda did not appreciate it. She did not dip her nose along Athena's neck, like Christian would. Taking in the citrus smell of her body. Appreciate the warm air she breathed. The languid movements of her lips as she smiled. Freda didn't even bother to brush back the single stranded lock of hair that fell on her face. A pity. Freda doesn't appreciate the perfection that was Athena standing in front of her.

Christian stood by the entrance of his room, looking at her move about the house as if looking for someone. Her mossy green eyes scanning each face without satisfaction. And then all of a sudden she looked up. Christian immediately ducked. Hiding behind. He was not ready for her to see him just yet.

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