Months it seemed had passed in quick grace upon the freedom from the Straw Man and the Palm Reader.
Sometimes she wondered on the changes, the shift of her life that led the Fallen Star to become not something so broken and dim, but shining brightly and kindled.
The morning hours were never meant for her, the weight of the world seemed far more heavy at that time... and Krysanthe was so light spirited she wished more to float then to fall under the burdens.
Celestial blues roamed, blue diamond glisten to the pair as she looked out at the world awakening.
So quiet she had been as to not disturb her Remedy.
Heart sworn to him like the promise of Eternity meant.
She had dreamed of him long before he had come to her, or more so she to him.
But then she did not believe that dreams and visions would ever come true.
At least not the good ones.
Breathing out a sigh she turned away from the window and the morning awakening that painted her flesh in pearl tones rather then the gold of star dust.
She wiggled underneath the covers then,tucked herself back against his side where the warmth ever would be something she would be drawn to.
Warm flesh. Warm heart.
Such a warm man.
Her Beloved Remedy.
Closing her eyes she cuddled against him and willed herself to sleep.
They had kept so low these past few months since Krysanthe had been freed...
She only had to wonder... what would happen now?
Would he still love her now that she was free and no longer needed saving...
Sometimes she wondered on the changes, the shift of her life that led the Fallen Star to become not something so broken and dim, but shining brightly and kindled.
The morning hours were never meant for her, the weight of the world seemed far more heavy at that time... and Krysanthe was so light spirited she wished more to float then to fall under the burdens.
Celestial blues roamed, blue diamond glisten to the pair as she looked out at the world awakening.
So quiet she had been as to not disturb her Remedy.
Heart sworn to him like the promise of Eternity meant.
She had dreamed of him long before he had come to her, or more so she to him.
But then she did not believe that dreams and visions would ever come true.
At least not the good ones.
Breathing out a sigh she turned away from the window and the morning awakening that painted her flesh in pearl tones rather then the gold of star dust.
She wiggled underneath the covers then,tucked herself back against his side where the warmth ever would be something she would be drawn to.
Warm flesh. Warm heart.
Such a warm man.
Her Beloved Remedy.
Closing her eyes she cuddled against him and willed herself to sleep.
They had kept so low these past few months since Krysanthe had been freed...
She only had to wonder... what would happen now?
Would he still love her now that she was free and no longer needed saving...