As I sat and stared into the cottage's warm fire, I hear her coming, boots clicking with the woods and the door soon creaks. A perfect hand reaches out and gently slides the door back into it's position and a petie coat woman appears as a substitute of the emptiness in the doorway.
She walks into the room, golden hair flickering against the warm orange of the flame nearby. Her pruple dress sways and dances as she takes over her coat and strides across the room. Her body falls on top of mine gracefully and se sat near the fire.
I took her arm and sway her around, dancing with her to our favourite tune. The atmosphere is warm and unknowing is Annelisa to the dagger held at her.
I took it to her flesh, cutting through her dress and fair skin. She fell once again against my body, as gracefully as before, with her back stained red.
I take of her gloves and there she lays peacefully on top of me and we both sat and slept in the warmth of the fire.
A/N: It's just something I wrote out of boredom based on Prophyria's Lover (Sos. about the dodgy spelling)
