The garden of roses

Coleson

Coleson

"time is most slow for those whom wait. Most fast for those who frighted most fast for those whom lament upon a thought for those whom bray out, yet for those whom love time is eternal. " William Shakespeare.

I watch her intently biting back on a snarky remark as she continues to walk. The woods were fairly dark even 'in the wee hours of the morrow where I find myself lost 'in the colors of the waterfall that was south of here.

My ears perking up as I listen for the sound of rushing water I took her 'in, and I could see it 'in her eyes that she does not give a flip about our kind, and with that, she will not hesitate to slit our throats without a second glance or thought.

I encave the shiver that creeps along my spine ignoring the fact that my hand has never once left the hilt of my sword although if it befell where I needed my weapon we both knew that I would win.

I was surprised when I learned that Hades has not made his move or even bid a fight giving how much that this wench means to him.

I glance upon her now her skin pale from the cold climate of Faye territory we were a long distance away from Rome, and by the looks of it, she knew that too.

I lost count of the time as we made our way back to the fortress garden by magic. I granted a curt nod at the guards whose only reply was a faint nod and a glare at Maeve whom only gave a smile upon them 'in satisfactory.

I half-heartedly closed the door behind me and slumped into my desk glaring at the quill and paper with the unmarked letters. After staring at the unmoving objects I walked over to where my window was left ajar. I could hark the music and the gentle hum of laughter air-drawn about.

Tonight was the winter solicit a night to remember I mumbled, and half caressingly dressed not too formal, yet not too casual.

I ruffled my silver hair, and with 'in the glow of the moon my tattoo seemed to grow darker, and a mess of swirls a forbidden language one 'i what be a thousand years corky, yet I hast lived that long I hast seen pain and beauty love and death most of 'it was created by the Gods cursing us, yet giving the humans and half breeds like Maeve faculties to confound what was set 'in stone to be good.

Maybe the world has just gone mad rumor has it that Two Gods are already dead, and to be honest, I never once wept or even bother to care; rumor also has it that the Faye was responsible, yet that is impossible we may be responsible for the disappearance of people as well as bringers of death using the force of life as a weapon.

I forbear my mind not bothering to care or to even finish my thoughts lest someone was already 'in my head.

I down wine after wine savoring the fruity flavor and getting high.

I restrained myself as I watched her appear her mask was that of a flower.

she was utterly beautiful, and I beshrew as Henry approached her the type of fire that was used to seducing women, and I knew by the way that her body tensed that she knew just whom this guy was.

I made my way over to where she was standing I could see the mask of fear 'in her eyes I could smell it as it rolled off of her 'i waves I cringed as I met his blood-red eyes gleaming with hunger.

" Good day Henry" I purred oh yes I could play this game as an act to keep him from sniffing to closely one look of the goddess beneath that rigid mask would have her dead.

I smile upon her ignoring her act of shock oh yes I was going to grant her the best lashing aye I glared upon her, yet apace looked aroint biting my bottom lip.