She'd looked at the museum hundreds of times.
Thousands.
It felt wrong stepping into it. Especially when it was about to be torn down. She hated tearing things down. But her father would not give up, even if she had told him about the boy. The boy with the eyes, the beautiful gold eyes that lived in the museum. She'd seen him, looking at her through the old windows of the dark museum. his eyes followed her, the gold flecks sparkling in the dull sunlight. He would nod at her, and she'd almost imagined- not always but now- that they were the best of friends. He was always there when she passed, when she needed cheering and when she needed someone to confide in. She sometimes spent days on the steps, reclining like a drunk and wondering who he was. And if he was eligible.
Her eyes wandered over the empty foyer, taking in the dust and grime. "Well." A heavy hand crashed down on her shoulder. She jumped, but it was only her father. "Let's begin, shall we?" He pushed past her, heading deeper into the old museum. His footsteps echoed in the empty room. "Are you coming, Jade?" He asked.
She silently followed him.
Adrien~>~>~>~>~>
He watched them enter. The big man stepped forward bravely, the girl following behind. He'd seen her before, looking up at him through the glass of the tower. She always had a sad look on her face, as if she was permanently sad. Her dark blue skirt swished as she walked, a black boot peeking out from under the fabric every so often. He watched her from the grande stairs. She turned around in circles, her blue eyes taking in the scenery.
Then she saw him.
Their eyes met, blue meeting brown. Her lips smiled, but the eyes stayed the same. Sad blue, deep pools of sadness one could fall into and never come out. "Jade!" the big man called. He stuck his pudgy face around the corridor corner. " Are you coming?" Her eyes lingered on him for a moment. she turned and followed him. He watched her go, her retreating form growing smaller and smaller and smaller as she headed deeper and deeper and deeper into the museum. what had the big man call her?
He smiled, remembering.
"Jade."
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Dark Imaginations
Fantasía"The Darkness was his namesake." Adrian lives in an old museum. He's alone, in the dark. This is his story. Cover by: RadicalCyborgDude
