It's Not All Roses

HIM

It was the simple things she did that made him go crazy. A curl of the lip to form a small and shy smile, the way her hair twirled and she looked behind her to face him and his cold gaze, the way she chewed the end of her favorite blue pen when she was thinking. All of it he paid attention to- at times he would find he was unintentionally following her with his eyes. It was getting worse the longer he was around her...but he couldn't just walk away from her. There was a pull that wouldn't allow him to wander too far from her, no matter how much he tried to leave he just couldn't will himself to. Her dark black hair and warm purple eyes were so compelling- almost as if she was a fairy in the human realm. Her dainty hands, cold but welcoming and cool along his skin. She wasn't what he wanted originally but over time they spent together, he realized that she is what he needed, and he wasn't going to let her go.

HER

She was cursed with a gift and called a demon because of it. Her gift was something that she had feared and hated as it was what caused everyone to be pushed away from her. First her parents, then her brother and finally the rest of the little town she came from. The whispers in her head were not of her own but those who were near her- and she hated knowing what they thought. It was often nasty comments about her parents and how she was possessed by evil to speak "lies" that they all knew were true. She was brought to a priest as the "lies" that she spewed were ruining the lives of those closest to her- which only further the doubts of the good of her gift. In order to stop the "evil" from infecting her again she was given a cross made of pure silver and embedded with a small ruby in the center. When she had put it on all the whispers had stopped suddenly. Finally, there was an end to the voices.

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