Sealed In Darkness
He stands inches from her, glazing her face with the warm air that escaped his nostrils.
She could smell it. Him. The thick harsh scent of his skin perfectly caked in myrrh swirled together with lavender, having within its grip a tint of rosemary, and ash. Ailith had seen him only once before, and never imagined a man could be so beautiful. His interwoven golden locks strode on his shoulder, evenly accentuating his honey brown brows mushrooming his crimson eyes, and his snow white skin was flawless and sparkling -Literally. The high mage is rumoured to have lived closed to a millennia, but the man before her doesn't seem to have aged beyond twenty eight -maybe thirty - years, and so did his
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