Raven’s dark eyes shut in a breif moment of agony. The pain wasn’t so big, but she was a big baby who like to whine a lot for minor injuries. He laughed a little bit. Seeing his big sister in pain was indeed quite comical. “Come on my dear” he told her. “Have a drink and shut you tender lips so I can contemplate the night.” Raven’s answer came in a high pitched scream of pain, as she drove out the final piece of the canine fang stuck on her side. “Just a Wolf bite, my dear, nothing new for us” he told her in his calm voice. His mind was somewhere else.
Raven looked at him. “So, still thinking about this girl?” she asked him as her breathing became regular again. “Indeed I am.” He said as his eyes got lost in the stars above. “Is this something I’ll have to worry about later on?” “No, my dear. Her tender skin is now being caressed by the deadly rays of the sun. Her auburn hair is being braided by skillful hands, while her hands play with the soft seas of the ever blue caribbean. But such paradise is forever lost, at least for you and I. Never again shall we roam the white shores of Calyx Virago. She is a sweet dream, but a dream and nothing more.”
Raven laughed. It was cruel, yet sweet the way she laughed at his brother. He had a way to make everything sound much more beautiful and distant than what it really was. Also, he had a tendency to end broken hearted, alone and palely loitering in the dreadful mists of what mortals call love. Too much a wise mind for such a foolish heart. “Be aware, oh knight at arms, for a wise man once taught me, dreams may come a bitter truth.” she said. He laughed. His sister had a way to make everything sound bleaker and darker than waht it really was. “There is no need to worry, for this princess of the sun, shall not be a Belle Dame Sans Merci, and I shall not be her knight at arms. No, a tangerine dream, perhaps. But ever such a sweet dream she’ll be. For cold are her eyes and distant is her mind.”
Raven stood tall by his side. Her eyes were grave and deep. “Yet she pocess unseen beauty, for thee to wonder through realms of stars and galaxies yet to be born. A phoenix must never burn before flying, Farthel.” “She is one of beauty’s daughters, that is beyond question. But we have seen such beauty before. We have seen far greater beauty before.” Silence fell between them. Somewhere in time and space, a dying clock whispered midnight through the tolling bells. “Then?”, she whispered. “Then, it is the longing for that which will never be ours, that makes me wonder in realms and words unspoken and unseen. Forever absent her blood will be from my throat. Never shal I taste her sun tainted skin. Never her tears shall adorn my nightmares. Never will I hold her soft hand, and take a trip with the moon, or ask for a dance under a crimson cosmos. Never Luna will be her name.” She smiled softly. “And then, quote the raven nevermore?” He gave her a puzzled look. “My dearest brother, I have seen thee fall in the name of beauty. Once your eyes have been spellbound by Aphrodite’s gift, never has thy sould been tranquil. Some wither with time, as all lovers do. But their scent and souvenirs are forever with us. She will never be Luna, but her tender face will haunt the dreams for god only knows how many moons.”
He embraced her tightly and whispered in her ear. “Your point.” She looked him deeply in the eyes. “My point, my dear brother, is that you should at least taste her blood once in a lifetime. Just one single bite in her throat, or her thigh, or her breast. Just a taste of her inner beauty. Just one dream that may come true. For even if they are bitter truths, dreams may become sweet memories.”
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