Lone Lovers Ledge

Lovers Path

Placing the beautiful girl besides me upon the sofa to ensure safe sleeping and to avoid her hearing the violence about to occur. Walking side by side to lift up the fiance by the scrapings of his collar whilst enforcing a sweet smile upon my face. Alluring the man to reveal concealed truths whilst enduring pain as none will harm my sweet. Kneeling against him my tone drifting in between violence and allurances but just managing to maintain peace between the both as to not cause a nuclear war which ares has always been more than fond of. Hearing the girls story, of weakness, heartache, distrust and pain stained my heart in the foulest of colours as hatred filled vengeance consumed me.

Awakening from a sleep desired from those only made by the goddess herself or perhaps hypnos if the gods themselves were real or even more than just folk tales. Lifting my head upon the distance my eyes grazed upon the bar my eyelids heavy from a sleep that was more than involuntary despite the beautiful women who accompanied it. Finding myself completely and utterly cut off from the outside world, upon a plush sofa only the queens and kings could ever have or afford felt regal and unfit for a girl such as i. Looking around I found myself in the most beautiful setting that you could never compare to a house, the walls were pure diamonds, the ceiling was reflected by the night sky and every piece of furniture was worth royalty. The best part? Reflected from the windows was the most beautiful rays of lights ever humanely recorded, it was as if a shard of glass and a sunset was combined, had a child and this was it. Walking through the room was beauty herself from earlier, the blond locks layered over her shoulders as her pink eyes glittered mischievously but who could ever think a woman capable of such beauty was evil? Flowing across the fluffiest carpet filled with pink spikes was a dressing gown one only could imagine she slept in or was used to make those drool in their sleep at the beauty of her encasing body.

Realizing I was staring was not the worst thing. Being unable to stop myself from blushing was. Feeling the heat rise upon my face as a swarm of butterflies consumed me so did embarrassment for even being allowed in such a beautiful mansion, collapsing in front of her in the bar, drooling on her clothes and now drooling right in front of her and just staring whilst making a complete fool of myself. Chuckling echoed into the air as the woman took a hold of my chin and lifted it up whilst gently brushing off the drool like a master would to a puppy. Meeting her eyes felt as if she held my every desire and thought ever capable of being made in her very manicured hands. Sweet voices of the angels rose as she inquired “how was your sleep sweetheart? Peaceful?” She hummed, unable to respond. My body shook with fear and anxiety filling me to ensure my answer was perfect and that I wouldn't somehow disappoint this angel who felt as if all her pressure was pinpointed upon me. Tilting my head towards her she gently pressed her lips upon my forehead, snapping me out of the daze I was in, I yanked myself out of her grip despite being unsure as to why I just did that. I knew for whatever reason that I had to.

Understanding flickered across her face as she placed herself beside me as she tucked my hair behind my ear she whispered “there's no need to be afraid sweetheart, it's just us tonight”. Glancing towards her I whispered back “you tingle” which you must be questioning what a bizarre thing to say in that moment. However she didn't; she merely chuckled as she took a hold of my hand and continued to lift me to my feet as she led me out of the room and upon a detour of the most luxurious house I have ever laid my eyes upon. Every piece of artwork upon the walls either represented love or s*x which were both nearly an exact thing, imagery presented by one another. Opening a door, laying my eyes upon the art of a room with a heart shaped bed with pink satin and multiple cushions as there was a curtain around it to stop eyes pressing in or questions being raised. Windows were curtained by silk patterns as white and blue but pink still as there were french windows and a window seat scattered across the room, I couldn't help myself from spinning around to take it all in. It was almost like someone had given candy to a baby and it was a dream of the most beautiful world that had ever existed. Chuckling beside me as she pulled me close “you like?” was the first and last question I ever heard before slamming my lips onto hers in a moment of passion and weakness that lead to so much more.