*She called to him. Not with so many words, but with her movements. He was called in such a way that he barley noticed that his feet had moved with their own objective. When realization dawned upon him that he was heading towards her, it was her scent that made him continue. She smelled like lilacs. She smelled liked lavender. She smelled like she belonged to him.
*The eyes drew Arienna in. The green of them was so intense that the cheering and clapping that went on around her escaped her attention. The eyes had all of her focus. So much so that she almost missed the fact that she was being drawn closer and closer and even closer to the eyes. A sensation more overwhelming was the only thing that diverted her attention from them.
It was pure ecstasy having the feel of the owner's lips touching her own. It was like having fire and ice spread from that one source to every bit of her body including her very being. She moaned in distress when they left her, but moaned in triumph when they returned to nibble upon her ear.
Her knees almost gave out on her when she heard the voice that left them. The voice that said, "You're mine." And then, it was gone. Everything. Including the eyes, the stranger, the lips, and the voice. Everything.
When she finally noticed that music was pouring out from Unspeakable and that the people were dancing and moving once again, she began to wonder: Was any of it real?
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I didn't realize that this wasn't added to part 2 until I read over it. So I just made it into its own part.
Thanks for reading.
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