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When I was four I used to believe that I could live the life of my favorite fairy tale character, similar to the princesses from the bed time story's my mother would read to me at night. I would close my eyes and he would appear. A mysteriously handsome image that to this day I could not fully captivate. His clothing was of rich stuff, but old, and slightly frayed in places...... a squared face and sturdy jaw line as sharp as a knife. His hazel eyes gleamed an ivory green tint, dark and evenly spaced apart. Sitting bellow his slightly trimed eyebrows that seemed to curve at the natural extension of his broad, pointed nose. He kept his mouth closed in a thin, strait line, and his hair naturally dark brown designed in a slightly messy pompadour haircut. but his devilish handsome feature where nothing compared to the masculine body that upheld it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- you know that feeling you get when you meeting an individual for the first time? The felling that maybe you have seen this person previous to your encounter? a feeling stronger than dajavue The feeling of your mind being triggered to remember an event prior to this day? that is exactly what i felt when looking into these stranger's eyes an urge to recall a feeling stronger than luster that is most incompetent to grief.
Ariadne Mignonette Merrin Josephine Chretien Peirce Patrova De Avalon
