The Demon Queen

18

Axel

Raven reminded me of the sun.

She was warm and beautiful and shone brighter than anyone I had ever met or will ever meet.

It was rather ironic, how she had dark features, a name synonymous with death and belonged to a category which was considered 'bad' when she was so innocent, kind and caring.

Her eyes were a striking green which made me think to nature - the colour of the grass, leaves. She resembled life itself, beautiful and graceful. Her very presence sent shivers down my spine and her proximity would make me shudder. 

I wondered if Raven was one of those girls. Those girls who managed to make you fall in love with them even if you hadn't even met her. The kind of girl who makes you want to befriend them despite everything you might've heard. Those girls who show kindness in the darkest situations, those girls who can melt you'r stone cold heart with just a slight glance. The girl who every girl wants to be. The girl that every guy wanted to be with. 

And I had made my conclusion, Raven Marshall was every bit that girl.

But not only was she that girl. She was also the girl who's never really been noticed enough. Despite her adoring crowd of loyal followers and her ever-growing collection of admirers, Raven Marshall had never been looked at properly. No one had quite yet noticed the little freckles adorning her pale skin, the ever-so-slight little dimple that would appear when she gave you one of her award-winning grins. They had failed to noticed the smell of lavender that tinted her body and the beauty of her personality. No one had quite noticed it enough. 

And that just made me notice them more.