dark places - jb & ag {completed}

{three}

My breath was caught in my throat at the sight of him, and my heart began to beat faster. He was ... beautiful. Really beautiful. And I was thinking that despite not even knowing if 'Beautiful' was the right word to use for such a sight.

His eyes – the eyes that had a mysterious and secretive look in them as he gazed at me – were a beautiful shade of brown. His skin was pale, his nose was just perfect, and his lips had that dark pinkish color. He was obviously no older than twenty-one or something close to that. His hair was another story, dark blonde though the fire gave it a bit of dark-ish at the ends of his straight locks. It was very organized and neat, and my hand just ached to touch it. To be honest, my hand ached to touch all of him. All. Of him.

I gulped audibly when he took a step closer to me. Another step and my heart almost burst out of my chest. By the fifth step I felt light-headed, as if I was about to faint, as if I couldn't keep standing on my own two feet. It felt as if his gaze that stayed locked with mine was the only thing that was keeping me from fainting, though it was the very same thing that had made me feel that way in the first place – I had no idea how.

It was very strange. The pull I felt for this guy was really strange. It was like I'd known him all of my life, even without us speaking a single word to each other. It was like I wanted to bury myself in his arms and feel his closeness and the soft touch I just knew he would give me, without touching him even once before. Something was pulling me to him. He was pulling me to him. A pull that only a giant magnet could cause to metal, not hearts.

He was standing so close that I could inhale the very sweet smell of his. A smell of musk and cedar wood mixed with something else ... him. I couldn't do anything but breathe heavily as I stared and admired the handsomeness that was him. In the back of my mind, I knew I should stop, quit staring and be a bit polite about it, but something kept me from doing so. I just kept my eyes locked with his, almost praying with them for him to talk to me. I longed to hear his voice again.

"Beautiful Angel," the answer to my prayers was spoken with that velvet voice of his that made my stomach twist and turn and my breath tangle even more.

"To the darkest piece of Hell do I go if you aren't the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on," he told me and my knees nearly buckled.

The look in his eyes ... God! That look in his eyes.

"I could say the same," I found myself whispering, frowning for a split second at my own comment, which I'd said without any hesitation or shyness – something that was so not like me at all.

"I'm thrilled that you've finally made your way to me. I'm very thrilled that I've found you." His words made no sense to me, but I was too busy looking into the depths of his brown eyes to care about figuring out what they meant or what he was talking about. And I completely forgot everything when his hand touched a long lock of my hair, moving down to my naked shoulder and then to the feathers of my wings.

I shivered at the feel of his cold hand against my bare skin, but despite the coldness of his touch, I felt warmth inside of me. It was unexplainable, unbelievable and just indescribable.

"Beautiful Angel," he said again in a low voice, so low that if I wasn't hanging on to his every word I wouldn't have heard it. "I adore your wings, so soft and ... pure." His gaze followed his hand that was touching my feathers while speaking, then moved to look into my eyes again. "Just like you."

"You're not wearing any costume," I said dumbly after a pause of silence, not knowing anything better to say or finding a costume to compliment in return.

"Who said so? I am," he simply replied. My eyes roamed down his form again, but I couldn't see anything other than his designer black suit, almost the same as the ones William and Matthew were wearing.