Thief In The Night | My Muse
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He appeared in dreams one night... Like a slient thief's silhoutte in the moonlight... He unlocked a part of me with a key without permission... And stole three things that unforgetful night...
Who would've thought he would come back...?
I needed 3 things... Who would've thought it would be all from 1 person... One Girl..
All she had to do was dream...
- a young girl's first kiss
- a locket
- undying love
“Sobra akong napa-ibig sa iyo...”
“사랑에 빠졌어요...”
“。。。あなたと恋におちました。。。”
“Promise me to hide your love away... And wait for me... Wait for me... I will do the same... Just wait for me...”
“Once I see him, I'll know it's him...”
“I'm sorry... Just for tonight... please let me cry... Tomorrow, I promise I'll be fine again...”
Foreword
Him
…tall, dark and handsome
hair messy, almost covering his glaring eyes
his gaze intimidating but longing, worry
eyes mysterious but welcoming, relief
as if knowing something, a secret
left eye eerie emerald, wolf
right eye soft sapphire, secret
eyelashes long and soft as feathers
fluttering now and then, so often
nose sharp and long
lips achingly vulnerable and inviting
opening and closing as if wanting to say something
pink tongue glazing his lips, seducing
jawline as sharp as a knife
skin sun-kissed with sharp features
on his thick neck a pendant
with sharp collarbones
down to his broad and assuring shoulders
lean, sturdy… a man
arms strong, long and supporting
hands rough, you can tell he’s hardworking
opening and closing as if wanting to hold something
or someone
fingertips as graceful as a pianist
and scarred as a guitarist
long and sturdy legs
you can tell he’s a dancer
he’s a chaser
his feet and stance as a runner
smell so enticing
one wonders where he’s been hiding…
Her
…petite, tanned and beautiful
long, black hair, flowing with the wind's whispers
her gaze of innocence with wonder
eyes mysterious but captivating
as if wanting to know something, a secret
eyes blazing black
but as bright as the moon
one of a dove
one of a wolf
eyelashes long and soft as feathers
fluttering now and then, so often
nose small, like her
lips achingly soft, pursed in a straight line
too scared but wanting to say something
skin glowing with soft, bright features
on her neck a locket
down to her small, shivering shoulders
petite… a young woman
arms shaking
hands rough, you can tell she’s hardworking
opening and closing as if wanting to touch something
or someone
fingertips as graceful as a pianist
but frail as a girl
small but elegant frame
you can’t tell what she is
she’s just a girl
her feet and stance as a runner
she’s ready to run from danger
her poise as a hunter ready to strike
smell so enticing
one wonders where she’s going…
"If your eyes could speak, what would you see?"
"It's so beautiful outside, so very nice. There's a couple holding hands at the seaside, next to the Bubble Tea Shop. The wind whispering softly..."
"If you were able, just if you could... What would you want to have become?"
"I would've been a dancer. Dancing gracefull like a swan near the lakeand you would be there watching me."
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