The Wisp sat perched on a stone, Her skin illuminating the surrounding leaves and flowers. She placed a hand on one of the white flowers before her, the petals soft to touch. The Wisp imagined it was him, her lover, her everything. She waited for him, her mind dining on old encounters. She lifted her solemn head after a while, and there he stood.
A warrior, dressed in all black, hood, scarves, shoulder guards, all his armor. She admired him for just a moment, then reaching to touch his hand.
"No, my dear." He backed away a step.
"I remember now.. yes." She nodded in understanding.
"Patience, my love" He told her, his breath on her ear.
The Wisp couldn't take it. She didn't have any more patience, She needed to feel his love, in its raw, pure form. She looked at him again, her eyes full of tears.
"You must love me, you must not keep yourself away anymore, Please" The Wisp cried
"I cannot, Wisp.. I cannot touch you.." He said
"You've never tried" Wisp striked.
and with a swift motion, he picked up her blue glowing body off of the stone. He let her run her hands along him, no consequence for their actions. They pushed and pulled into eachother, but knew to let go.
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once they pulled away from one another, their fingertips met, following a careless dance of longing. They looked into eachother's eyes and turned away from eachother.
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"Goodbye, my love"
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