"Who is he?"
She found herself thinking.
"What is he?"
Princess. He called her a princess, even though she was none. A mere offspring of a sirens, whom had lost her voice and there was no chance to get it back. A shame to the whole stem, keeping the growth in slow pace.
She had risen her eyes to Densel's face and her voice murmured softly with a question :: "Then what are you if you are not an angel?"
Oh what an innocent mind she had, though not naive. Reila craved for the knowledge that was hidden under every foliage of every tree; that was held by every lover's hand; that was part of every world's end. It was never dreadful, never held any secrets on her path that she chose to walk.
"It is okay," she replied as an answer to Densel's statement of her trying not to speak. "I don't mind speaking here."
Here.
Not outside of these realms.
A rustle of cloth echoed into her ears, as Densel lifted the jacket around her fragile figure. It felt like he had never been so kind to anyone before, then why her? Why he acted so carefully and mercifully around her?
"Take my hand," she whispered. "Take my hand, Densel."
It was the only wish she had at the moment. Her body started to regain slowly, the blood stopped little by little, though it still had stained the dark color of the man's possession.
"Please."
She found herself thinking.
"What is he?"
Princess. He called her a princess, even though she was none. A mere offspring of a sirens, whom had lost her voice and there was no chance to get it back. A shame to the whole stem, keeping the growth in slow pace.
She had risen her eyes to Densel's face and her voice murmured softly with a question :: "Then what are you if you are not an angel?"
Oh what an innocent mind she had, though not naive. Reila craved for the knowledge that was hidden under every foliage of every tree; that was held by every lover's hand; that was part of every world's end. It was never dreadful, never held any secrets on her path that she chose to walk.
"It is okay," she replied as an answer to Densel's statement of her trying not to speak. "I don't mind speaking here."
Here.
Not outside of these realms.
A rustle of cloth echoed into her ears, as Densel lifted the jacket around her fragile figure. It felt like he had never been so kind to anyone before, then why her? Why he acted so carefully and mercifully around her?
"Take my hand," she whispered. "Take my hand, Densel."
It was the only wish she had at the moment. Her body started to regain slowly, the blood stopped little by little, though it still had stained the dark color of the man's possession.
"Please."
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