The one who loved the waltz and blood

Old russian waltz: Daydream

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I should have known you were going to kill me...

But...

I couldn't...

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I was captivated by the beauty you showed the first time I saw you walk through that door, on that cold December night.

I was so tired of seeing the same old ladies in every ballroom I was invited to; wearing dresses that seemed more and more exaggerated to me, modeling new and complicated pieces of jewelry made up of precious stones and gold.

That was not what I wanted, nor was it what I was looking for, much less was it what attracted me to a woman, even my older sister suspected that perhaps I would remain single for the rest of my life and even suspected that I was attracted to of the same gender.

"Humphony"

I thought, a simple man who was addicted to painting, an enthusiast of books and the old masters intellectuals.

The women I was introduced to were never entirely to my liking.

The way they touched me disgusted me, it felt like dirt climbing up my arms, wanting to consume me.

Always talking about parties, riding in their glamorous carriages, wearing extravagant dresses, gracefully waving their fans waiting for some man (young or old) to ask them to dance.

On some occasions I would cross glances with a lady who denoted wanting to dance with me and although it was not very subtle, I would simply check my pocket watch and pretend that I was late for a meeting with friends or simply that it was late to return home.

So much so that I was only adjusting my gloves and preparing my coat, I was just about to go out that door until it opened first and there...

That was where I saw you for the first time...

That first time marked my end.

That night you walked into the ballroom looking impeccably beautiful, the purest, most beautiful beauty I had ever seen in my life, incomparable to the London beauty to which I had been so accustomed from birth.

Oh! If only I had thought that your lustrous beauty would lead me to my death!

Even on the brink of death I can cut you perfectly my muse.

A pale-skinned woman sporting long, lustrous jet-black hair that framed a goddess-like face.

With eyes blacker than night, so much so that it seemed that not even the Sun could make them shine with its splendor.

That night you wore a dazzling pure white dress adorned with silky gloves that covered your slim and soft hands.

You wore only a golden spider web necklace that covered your shoulders and chest.

A beauty that I could never stop admiring, not even when our eyes met, you just smiled at me and continued on your way accompanied by two young men dressed similarly to you.

Were they your brothers?

I think if they were, I can barely remember them... all my attention was focused on admiring your great beauty.

There was something about you that... made me want to stay at the dance a little longer.

But unfortunately Airell, my partner and my brother from another mother, was waiting for me in the carriage just as I was going to hear your name.

That moment was a moment of tragedy...