He had the figure of a demi-god. His beauty was out of this world. His face was just too perfect for that enticing body of his, his hair was dark unlike the weeping lady's. Dark was an understatement - it was black, and his eyes were as cold as a stone from hell - as if she knew what a stone from hell looked like. But still, his eyes were out of this world, his eyebrows were perfectly carved and his long lashes were simply too long to belong to a man, His lips were lightly pink and probably too small for him but still, it suited him perfectly.
His beauty was best to be defined as suffocating, but still, he wasn't at par with Zamiel's. Zamiel's beauty is out of this world - he was perfect, everything about him was just too perfect.
What does Zamiel have to do with this? stop hallucinating Mira". Mira scolded herself, turning her attention back to where it was.
"Mira!". A voice called. "Mira!". The voice called again, which was strange. She squinted her brows, poking her head forward to look at the beautiful figure that stood before her, muted and stiff.
"Then who..." The rest of the words got stuck in her throat with what happened next. It was unexpected and sudden. It was as if she was pulled backwards by a strong force, very strong perhaps. It was as if she was being pulled by a magnet with its full force, dragging her into a black hole. The surroundings which had fire lighting it up were now being deprived of one - it was too dark maybe, she wasn't in that demolished castle anymore but.....nowhere. She wasn't on her feet anymore, instead, she was floating into nothingness, drowning in that dark.
"Mira!".
"Ah!". Mira screamed, finally finding her voice that was non-existent a while back. She sat up, panting, her eyes dilated as she struggled to steady her heartbeat that was on a rampage. She placed her hand on her chest, clutching at the fabric as though trying to strip herself. It took her a few minutes before she regained her composure; unaware of the presence that was with her.
She was expecting her sight to be restricted by a blinding light but instead, it was dark, very dark perhaps. She would have assumed she was still in that dream if not for the trees and the hard ground on which she placed her hands. Mira snapped her head towards the voice that drew her out of her reverie -the castle.
"Are you Okay?". She heard Him say.
Though it might just be a simple question it matters a lot to her. She felt as if a big weight had been lifted off her chest. Maybe it does because she needed that word right now. It made her desolated emotion vanish whenever he acted caring towards her, making her feel as if she wasn't alone any time she missed her family; especially her mother.
Back there, when she was vacuumed into that portal, she felt helpless and realised she was alone In this story; if she died then that's the end of her story. She won't see her loved ones, worse she doesn't have a soul to express her emotions to or rely on.
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She sat there, still in a daze -travelling back to what she just experienced before she was jolted out to reality by him - Zamiel who was before her, crouching in front of her with a worried expression painted on his face.
"Hmm". She replied to his question at last. She mopped her forehead with the back of her palm to check if there was sweat pooling up on her forehead -and sure enough, there were ripples of fluids hanging on her forehead. When she was sure there weren't any traces of sweat - even though she knew there might be, for her skin wasn't absorbent, at least to clean half of it was better than none.
She supported her weight with her hand flatly placed on the ground as she helped herself up, only then did she notice she wasn't by the camp. There were no traces of the rest of the horses, and it was dark already.
"Where are the rest?". She interrogated, rotating her head to comb the area in the meantime before he replied to her question.
"Back at the camp". His voice disrupted her "search".
"The camp?. Then where are we?". She questioned with a little suspicion soaking her voice.
"We are deep in the woods". He said, with his brows squinting themselves - probably offended by the memo her gesture exuded.
"You passed out". He added, noticing she didn't loosen her guard. "We should probably head back". He suggested but his movement didn't seem to match his words, for he was stiff as a statue.
"Can we.....can we take a stroll?". She said but this sounded more like a suggestion than a request.
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The more she stares at him the more she could see the golden eyed man in him. He looked tough on the outside but on the inside is filled with wounds and scars he refuses to share. It was as if.... he shields himself with a barrier away from the wicked world. Weighing a very heavy burden in him but still he expresses it with a neutral face.
" Why? You ogling hard at me only makes me think something else". His reverberate through her reverie, snapping her out of her daze.
"Huh? I'm sorry" She said taking a step backwards to create a space between them.
"You shouldn't"
"Shouldn't what?" Mira asked sparing him a glance -a questioning glance.
"Apologise. " He said whilst starting down at her with a smirk dancing on his smooth face. They shared a long eye contact in silence, starting into each other's eyes.
"I'm all yours so I don't have the right to criticise the owner of the property." He said smirking at the end of his sentence. This smirk was a bit different from the other one. It was soul-catching, breath-ceasing and.....evil.
She gulped down her spit, whilst still starting into his blue abyss of an eye. She was totally lost in his eyes and in the moment. "I....I'll keep that in mind" Her eyes dilated themselves with what she blurted. She was sure when the word flew out of her lips, she only realised when she heard herself say so. What to do?; she didn't know. All she could only do was stare into his eyes curving themselves as a result of his smiling.
"Hm hm". Clearing her throat, she quickly averted her gaze away from his, holding on to her gown- creating creases on it. " You shouldn't say that. I mean... you are not an object, so you should not compare yourself to an object". Said Mira, trying to maintain a straight face with his not so helping face. He was smiling instead.
"But I'll love to be called a property" He said staring down at her with his evil mask on -that mocking smirk of his on his fresh fine face. "Especially...." He whispered taking a step closer to her, leaning forward, his face few inches away from hers. "Especially yours". He whispered in ears, his breath fanning the side of her face. She imagined his the side of his lips slightly raised, when he said that. His evil smile.
Her eyes followed his face as he leaned away from her. " I..I'm leaving" She stammered gawking at his face. She turned around, the same way they followed. She shut her eyes tightly as soon as she had her back facing him. Shutting her eyes only created. his image in her head- an image of him smiling at her from behind, staring at her back.
"Ah" She squeaked, shutting her eyes tightly to get herself ready for the great pain that was about to come upon her but none came plus she could feel a hand holding her tightly. She had tripped on her trees root plunging out of the soil. She opened her eyes slowly to see his face starting down at her. He didn't have his teasing smirk on, he had a stern and straight face on. This is better! she thought "or else she'd be so embarrassed as hell." If she had not been so...uggghhhh She groaned within her as she helped herself on her feet. Meeting with his eyes was a deadly mission because she felt so embarrassed to face him.
"Thank you". She squeaked evading his gaze which he had glued on her - she could feel it on her like a leech. She smiled awkwardly taking a step forward to start for the camp but a huge shock slapped her hard.
" Ah" She cried, losing her balance but once again before she could say Hi to the ground Zamiel already caught her.
Damn! she can't believe she sprained her ankle. This day couldn't get worse, but on the bright side she gets to have a ride back to the camp. Spraining her ankle had her a piggyback ride back to the camp. She had to admit, she felt a lot comfortable on his firm, broad and warm back. She rested her head on his back, using his back as her pillow.
It feels nice to have her on his back again.