A/N: Inspired by the song 'Beauty has her Way,' from one of my favourite movies...
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He ambles down the road slowly, the gravel crunching underfoot with every step he takes.
High up, the moon is full and bright as it guides him to his destination, though he really has no need for its illumination.
He is able to see everything quite clearly.
Able to hear any sound no matter how small.
Able to detect any smell, any scent, some stronger and more alluring than others, drawing him in like a magnet.
The thudding of hooves from the distance behind him has him ducking behind a tree, losing himself in the shadows as moments later, the horse-drawn carriage passes him before leaving him alone again.
He continues to walk, his pace casual, hands in his pockets until his intended destination comes into view.
He stops in his tracks to admire it from afar.
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The lights, the guests, the sound of the music and chatter emanating from within its confines.
It will be the last place he graces with his presence for tomorrow he will move on, finding another place to call his home.
Temporary.
Every place is temporary.
And that's how he likes it.
He heads towards the large oak tree that stands proud, waiting for the opportune moment to join the next group of guests gathering together as they prepare to enter the small mansion.
The music is louder, so too the sound of the guests inside as they talk, the clinking sound of their glasses as they make endless toasts.
The latest carriage pulls away from where it has halted to let its guests out, the ladies smoothing down their skirts as their partners hold their arms out, waiting for the ladies to take hold of them so they can guide them safely down the short gravel path.
