Curly, unruly, dark brown hair. Deep set, big, honey coloured eyes. Almost oval, sort of symmetric, wheatish face.
Vicariously living in the grey between Murphy’s law and the law of averages was the girl they said wore too much black and very little lace.
She loved ebony, it hid the blue that was carelessly left on her.
Lilacs and pinks wasn’t what she was looking for, but a sliver of silver was also a blur.
A white knight will save the hoary times, they said. Many came riding dashing chocolate mares, with promises of a bright shiny life but left disappointed cause she wouldn’t choose their gliterring wares.
She wasn’t looking for golden adulation or crimson affections. She just wanted someone to help her slay her sooty demons.
Caressing her purple scars in one inky moment, drenched in creamy moonlight she drew her sword and decided to fight.
Muddled whiplashes and bloodied wounds not deterring her sight.
They coloured her crazy, called her a rebel, even a freak.
But the girl who wore too much black and very little lace, had looked at evil dead in its eyes and found in herself a bold red streak.
That ivory girl now shows of her wins shyly with a hint of violet, while her dark brown hair glints with a slash of scarlet!
There was something about her. Dark mysterious eyes, her fluid white skin, or the way she played with her hair. His demons that used to be balanced with angels were now rebelling, threatening to break lose. They wanted her. He wanted her. Playing with the leather cuff he walked towards her. Allured. Giving in. Tipping the scale.
She was the kind of girl who smiled a lot.
when hurricanes moved through her thoughts and darkness crept on her mind..
Even the chaos around her paused to admire how well she fought
She was the kind of girl who had magic in her eyes.
When she stopped and looked at u, it was to decide whether to dance with your angels or to silence ur demons, even the ones in disguise.
She was the kind of girl who had fire in her soul.
She could read you layer after layer down to ur core, touch u in places that would leave u begging for more.
But would rather kiss ur lips while holding ur face and lie in your lap all day to talk about constellations and space
He loved how the demons in his head gathered around calmly when her thoughts crossed his mind. She had walked right into the darkest corners of his head. They had had unending conversations, snuggled with the black velvet wrapped around them. He loved her cause she became one with his darkness and made it her own.
It was a screaming match between the Gods and Demons of society. Each blaming the other for all that was wrong. He sat there smiling and making smoke rings, he couldn’t pick a side. He was a bit of both yet not completely either. His halo was neatly balanced on his horns!