heartbreak hotel [reopened]

12:08 am

Pulchritudinous (adj.) heartbreakingly beautiful

    Itchy grasses dance across the merry feet of the fae. They play pesky games among the light that filters through the leaves. Their eyes slender and stoney show none of the emotion they express through their movements. It's a  fool's gold trap. Pulchritudinous physiques adorned in flora  and ivy is only the gold net crafted by Hephatus to capture the innocent.
    They swing and dip their hair wrapping around their faces like decorative pieces. Their shrill laughter breaks through the trunks of the forest yet no one can hear them. Nor could they hear the shouts and whoops of the boy. Not much older than the fawn learning to walk he was caught in the fingers of Delphine. He had lusted over the gold that speckled in her youthful eyes and like the manifold  tragedies that painted themselves in the fairy's past he fell for her snare.
    The delusions of immortality intoxicated the youth. And as his toes stomped across the puply moss his years of existence were snuffed out like the flame drowning in it's own wax. The gold  he carried in his pockets when lost in the timberland was soon replaced with a wooden cane that was carved with the souls of the forgotten. Boys that met the covey long before him. As the morning sun melted the dark sky the winged creatures dissolved into the air with the laughter of thieves.
    They had stolen his youth. His youthful, handsome face was drained of its color and wrinkled from years of the sun. His legs to weak to carry him. He sat in the empty clearing and waited for Pluto to take him. His mind to brittle to escape he sat in the clearing, to deaf to listen to the traveler, lost in the forest, calling for help.