Amethyst's wide eyes looked gloomy and dark, devoid of any luster. Like someone who sits deep in the dark and leaves all his rubbing to his body.
The smell was familiar and brings back distant memories. When the Golden mist advanced towards him, it slowly began to turn black and sent a feeling of predation and a desire for this man to disappear.
Andreas's black eyelash dangled and his pheromones flowed with an order to suppress her pheromone.
Although the smell of cold rebelled and fluctuated several times towards him, she could not break the King's orders and reluctantly retreated.
The room fell into a dim darkness and Moonlight fell into his silver eyes. When he moved with silent steps towards her, he realized that her consciousness was asleep and the body moved by itself as an instinct to protect something.
Looking at her pheromones, which alice carefully senses, it is clear what she was protecting.
He stopped a few steps away from her and gave no reaction.
Static is like a hollow statue, the eyes are getting darker, even the chest is fixed and no breath has been taken. She shows no sign of waking up and the violet hair blends in with the shades of the room.
At that moment William entered and looked like a man who had not even seen Andreas. He took a step forward to Elizabeth before he put his slender fingers over her eyes and they were automatically closed.
Her little body staggered and she lost her balance falling into his arms and her breathing immediately stabilized as a well-sleeping person.
"...."
The silver eyes reflected the Slender Man's body squatting and the eyes dangling with a blank gaze. The ends of his brown hair fell to his forehead and rubbed against his rectangular glasses.
In his arms Elizabeth slept deeply and thick eyelashes leave a pleasant shadow on her eyelids.
William's lack of awareness of Andreas standing behind him was illustrating some faint abnormality in his emotions. Andreas's eyes contracted for a moment and he casually inserted his hands into his pants pocket before parting his lips in a low, clear voice in the Silent Night.
"William"
"...."
His expression didn't waver and there was no hint of emotion in his eyes. He stood quietly and straightened up in front of Andreas in a black suit with a baby in his arms lying peacefully.
A long silence passed before William parted his lips and an emotionless voice flowed. But Andreas who lived with him for 400 a year learned that he was not such a cool machine as usual.
A deep tone is so faint that it would not be noticed if the person in front of you was not familiar.
"Don't kill her, Your Majesty, I can train her."
"...."
When there was no response William slowly lowered his eyes and stared at the round milky face.
"It's a protective instinct."
Her pheromones were not out of control and she applied only for protection reasons. Otherwise there was no damage.
Andreas's eyelashes bent down and the shadows silently covered his expressions. When he looked at Elizabeth, she was a person who would not even allow him to think about harming her.
He wouldn't have killed her anyway, but William's initiative made his heart full of doubts. The eyes deepened mysteriously and despite how he looked at her she was just a child and he couldn't feel anything.
Perhaps because of the collapse of his body all his abilities were suppressed but William is different from him. He can still feel it. Something that Andreas could not interfere with.
He raised his eyebrows quietly and his eyes moved casually to the door.
Soon the idea arrived and William left the room with calm steps that leave a cold trace in the atmosphere.
'Why didn't you kill her, hmm?''
At that moment, a voice like an echo penetrated his mind and the silver eyes shone in his head. Long black hair scattered over the man's shoulders and his jaw tightened violently.
When he spoke again, his voice was so loud that Andreas could not hear him and a buzz met his ears. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment and he clenched his fist violently in his pockets.
A headache spread through his head as if nails were being hammered deep into his brain and drilled into it. This caused a loud noise to rise in his chest and he swallowed all his growls.
The man with his mind kept talking over and over and there is anger exuding from those fierce fangs. But no word was heard.
The black vessels spreading through his body Rose and pulsed with his neck on the verge of exploding. He closed his mouth tightly and pressed his fangs deeply digging into his lower lip.....
The last thing captured is 'you will die by my side'.
His head suddenly calmed down as the Echo dissipated and he slowly opened his eyes and a pale white color came for a moment before the silver sparkle fluctuated and returned to normal.
The black vessels faded away as if pulled out by some piercing and his skin became normal and taut.
He didn't really know what he was thinking or even when his eyes were watching the body that was sleeping peacefully and the dark purple hair scattered on the bed.
The pink mist filled the atmosphere until suffocation and Andreas's bones gently scratched the sheet. Soon his muscles relaxed and the growl in his chest stopped like a dragon being comfortably petted.
In that silence came the sound of low footsteps and Andreas moved before standing in front of the bed. The moonlight fell on her face and the skin became milky translucent and her cheeks nourished with pink cherry powder.
Looking at her like that, he always felt that the world was peaceful and the mind was clear. Something keeps growing inside him over time and grows bigger.
Unprecedented emotions, unrecognized, but loved and not hated. He contradicted several times in his opinion about it and always felt inferiority and anger covers his arteries when he thinks that he is falling only in front of this object the size of his fingers.
He was a royal and arrogant Dragon and he felt that he was always above everyone. Even his eyes did not look down and he did not think that the people under him deserved one look.
He never stared anyone in the eye with the idea that he deserved it. But when she appeared, he couldn't help but bend his back and go deeper with her eyes, drowning him and restraining him.
This was against his personal will, no.... It was his personal will, but it broke all his ideas and rules.
The realization makes him upset and he can only try to exert control over her to give the feeling that he is still himself. In the end she was unknowingly leading his command...He wouldn't have driven her if she hadn't given him permission.
His eyelashes drooped casting a shadow over his eyelids and the bed fell when he sat down at the party. He carefully engraved all its details and raised the tips of his fingers, feeling the gluttonous and small hand.
A soft, warm feeling broke out and his senses seemed to return only when it was her... Although he began to feel his legs to some extent and felt that the feet were touching the ground, he was able to smell faint smells again. He even began to be remotely aware of the taste of the food he was eating.
However, he did not feel any pleasure, and he just wanted to feel it, feel it, taste it and take all its smell with his lungs.
Every cell in his body sways with pleasure and he can only swallow his soft roar just to touch the surface of her hand like that.
Maybe because he hasn't felt for 300 years he's now become overly sensitive to her!.
"alice.."
A whisper passed like a spring breeze in the air, and a complicated emotion flowed with silver eyes. For the first time in his life he felt that the ground under him was like thin ice and he was confused in what to do.
He is the king of monsters and he never panicked and didn't feel like he was going to lose his mind but since it was about her everything would be extinguished. And only his arms should be protected in an imperceptible shell.
Because of her, everything went wrong.
Now, he has no more options.....
The thought that awakened his scattered consciousness made his jaw tighten, and he pressed his thumbs on the surface of her hands, careful not to use the wrong Force.
It was a friendly touch that left a faint floral trace on her milky skin.
Until that time comes..... He can only stay with her.