In the dark, I groped around
The world fell silent, not a sound.
Dawn came about, and I was lost
My future glazed over with bitter frost.
I lift my eyes and slightly pale,
I'll try to breathe, try not to fall.
Bright eyes slide up to meet my own,
Cherry lips tremble in fear,
After that I wasn't ever alone,
I caught my own sweet phaerie here.
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"Eh, Mint, how long do your kind live anyway?" I asked curiously.
Mint's bright golden eyes snapped up to meet my own, bitter revulsion on his usually sweet face. He despised me with every fibre of his being, and I knew it.
"Us fey," he began sourly, "live over hundresd of years, unlike your futile race."
"Yes, but a member of my futile race caught a member of your fabled race." I shot back, smirking lightly. It took all of my self control from poking him in the chest for the words, 'my' and 'your'.
Mint scowled at me. And as he did, I stared. He was truly the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen; with his bright, unnaturally angular, golden eyes, and his soft, long, dark hair that was both indefinable in colour as it was interesting, it had this iridescent quality to it; it was a mix of different shades of reds and yellows, came out this bright, burnt autumn c** sunset colour, his skin was silvery and as pale as the moon, he had high cheek bones, elegant, well set features and two cherry red, heart shaped lips.
I often wondered, as I watched Mint sleep, what it would be like to kiss them, or what he would taste like. It was odd, I had never ached for anything more than I did for Mint. It was a demanding, dominant feeling that rung in every bone of my body.
"What are you looking at, human?" he said in the most annoyed tone I'd ever heard.
"You," the word slipped out of my mouth before I knew what was going on. A pretty pink blush adorned his cheeks as he looked down. I leaned in, wanting so desperately to kiss him, but he placed his hands softly on my shoulders and pushed me away.
Rejection washed over me.
--
Suddenly, the world was alright
Flames of passion burning bright,
Stuck in my own baleful dream,
Things aren't always what they seem,
Love killed me, pierced me with his blade,
As I bore my affection, just so he could fade.
--
A few days passed with total silence from myself. He tried to open a few conversations, but my monosyllables of answers didn't satisy him. He didn't once give up, and never succeeded; that is, until the fourth day after the near-kiss. He slipped his hands within mine, interlacing our fingers without a word.
"Why?" I breathed.
"I felt like it," he dropped my hand like a grenade though, as if he heard something; I frowned, missing the warm tingly sensation he had provided.
"Minthael," the voice was silky and soft, a figure stepped out of the shadows. Tall, with two skeletal wings extended from her spine, the fey had silver hair, silver face, bright green eyes, and the same elegant quality. I felt so inferior in their prescence. Her green eyes snapped to mine, a deep hate within the sparkling orbs.
"I found you, finally." She was here to take Mint.
She was here to take my phaerie away.
--
The fey came for him, too quick, too soon,
Also fair, shaming the moon.
With a pretty voice, and a pretty face,
He had a quality I couldn't replace.
I looked down at the ground, heart constricting inside,
Knowing internally that he would never stay,
And with that the fey advanced...
And stole my phaerie's heart away.
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"Andreal!" Mint's features not betraying his excitement, his joy, "You--You came."
"Of course," Andreal smiled gently, "Shall we return home?"
Mint was about to say yes, I knew it, I let out a heavy sigh, unwillingly getting Mint's attention. He looked at me guiltily, with sad sympathy.
I didn't want his sympathy. I didn't want anything from him anymore.
As long as he wanted Andreal that is. I felt my heart drop to my stomach like a stone, and cold shivers spread across my skin.
Please. Please don't go. Don't leave me.
I truly wanted to say that, but I never could. I wanted him, he wanted Andreal, Andreal wanted him also. And no one wanted me.
--
Unwanted, the feeling washed over like ice,
Twisting the sweetness into dreadful spice,
He gave me this sad look and then
I was left all alone again.
--
"Andreal, meet me at the creek. I want to talk to...it." I cringed when he didn't say my name, for I was nothing to him.
"Alright, love." She shot me another hateful look and disappeared.
"What did you want to say to it, Mint?" I murmured, not managing the angry tone and instead resorting to a hurt, broken tone.
Apology washed over all his demeanor. "Mo--"
"There's no point in trying, Mint, you can just go. It doesn't matter! I don't want your pity. I don't want an apology. I wanted you, but you belong to her!" I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
He sighed, "I didn't avoid kissing you because I didn't want to kiss you."
"Too little too late, I think, for this conversation." I snarled, making a move to stand in my fury. The only thing that stopped me from leaving was a strong warm hand on my shoulder.
"Wait. Just...listen. Please? For me?"
What could I do? My resolve melted, and turned to face him, "You're unbelievable."
He grinned and pulled me to him, "I know. But it worked. You stayed."
"Get on with it before I change my mind, phaerie." I liked to think the lack of amusement and hatred on my face decided his next move. Pulling me closer into his lap, Mint cradled my head to his chest.
We sat in comfortable silence, I being lulled by the sound of his heart beat, and he smiling a sad parting smile.
My smile. I would cherish it. Always.
"It would kill you. Andreal would've come for me anyway. It just...it wouldn't have been worth it." The pain startled me from my musings. It was too much, it was hard breathing, and my ears were buzzing. I just wanted him to go.
"You're wrong." I gasped the words, squeezing my cinnamon eyes shut to contain the tears. A weak attempt.
"You would rather die than to let me go?" he whispered, his gaze level with my own.
"Shows how stupid I am, dying for a phaerie. What a waste of my futile human life." I wiped the tears away angrily. Stupid human emotions.
He cupped my face gently, "I don't want to do this. To end us like this."
"I want you to do this." And I closed my eyes, Forever.
--
But he came back and with a kiss,
He filled me with poisonous bliss,
And as his lips touched my own,
My soul danced for the unknown.
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