He ran a hand through his hair, blood-red and so vibrant it seemed liquid. He made her look like blood, too - not like the Queen hadn't looked like it before.
"Everything feels so... serene."
The Sleeper traced her gaze, smiling as he'd planned it. She was not sure he had anything to do with it, however.
"Yeah, that's kinda common when you wipe the border clean. Brings some peace to the weary kingdom."
"More likely 'makes you a villain', you know."
His smile turned into a grin.
"Oh, but evil deeds are so much more fun! Besides," - he said, covering the horizon with reddish, hopeless gloom, with the very essence of despair. "You are worth every holy war they will wage on me."
(с) 2017
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My Twisted Promises
ПоэзияA set of short semi-poetic texts dedicated to all things twisted: love, sorrow, and longing.
