He looked at the lady infront of him. To him she was by far the fairest of them all. She stood tall and proud, with grace and elegance that none could match.
The sun afternoon sun shone upon them, which made her glow like none other. Like a Goddess gracing mere mortals with her presence.
Her eyes, oh her eyes were a steely silver. The kind of silver that made shivers run down your spine. So alluring it made you stare at them for God how long. And as the sun set behind them the colours were changing. As time passed by the silver turned bluer, the kind of blue that reminded you of the sky, those bright sunny days you spent playing as a child. The sky turned red, and her eyes turned purple, a kind of rich purple that reminded you of a plush velvet, so soft, so exquisite.
Now the sun had fully set and her eyes turned a deep blue, carrying a the power of the ocean so great that it drowned your being, looking at them made you wonder, it made you want to explore its depths, for maybe it carries the secret to life.
The ceremony happening around them was completely forgotten, for right there, standing before him was all he ever wanted, all he ever hoped for, all he ever prayed for. She was his Moon, enchanting, mesmerising, calming. His everything.
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Paint me golden [Completed]
WerewolfBrunette hair that ended just near her hip, Blue eyes that would allure you to its depths, so wild, so vicious, like tidal waves that would drown even the most experienced of sailors. ---- Golden hair, with golden eyes to match. It was so warm, so i...