Okay, this is a QUICK intro for those who don't know anything about this. We have three main characters. A dragon, a mysterious kid with black hair, and an adventurous kid.
I started wondering about him when I saw him. His black hair plastered to his face with sweat. The top of him was bare and muscular. The ice that people told me were his eyes pierced through everyone there, as though saying, "You're all vile for being here, but I'm worse for amusing you." The pants he wore left barely anything for us to imagine. My own mind wanted to know, demanded to find out, what he would do if touched just right. The way he looked, the way he moved said that he would be perfect. Of all the things I've wanted to steal, he was one I super wanted...and so I will.
"Come on, Sam." I wink at the giant dragon. "Let us steal a new person. He's beautiful. You'll love him." I pull myself onto the dragon's back, into the saddle. The warm leather reins are great in my hands. It's a week after I've seen him. The feeling of flying is one that not a single word or phrase can describe. The rush as it pushes my hair back. It's cold, almost freezing. Samael flaps just a little higher until we can see the whole roof of the club. "Down." I point to where I had seen the kid and we spiral straight down, right down through the roof. I close my eye as we crash through the roof. Pieces of the roof fly up and cut my cheek. It hurts, sure, but slowing down means making it last longer. We don't slow as I grab his wrist and pull him onto the dragon. His blue eyes are wild and he squeezes me close to him. I smile at him, over my shoulder. We land quite a few miles away.
"Haha, sorry about that." He sits on the ground, panting and scared. "He just couldn't get it done anyway." He calmly stands up and slaps me.
"You stole me!" He hisses and Sam smirks at me. Theft is something I am very common with. Getting slapped is also something I'm used to. I pull him back onto the dragon and we fly to our cute little hide out. He stumbles off of the dragon and is grabbed by Autumn. Her eyes are covered by a piece of cotton. We all assume that she is completely blind or trying to show some type of religious thing by not seeing the outside world.
"He's beautiful." She mumbles and he looks utterly shocked. He leans back to me. "No, I cannot see." He nods and she starts leading him to his room. Her white dress is simple. The top is done in corset style, while the skirt has multiple layers, each with more ruffles than the last. It falls just below her knees. She's very thin, but not way too skinny. Her white-blond hair falls down to her knees. Her pale rose lips are in a smile. She's a pale girl, but the boy she's leading looks as though he hasn't seen the sun for years. Compared to both, I must look like I'm always in the sun. Our footsteps echo off the stone walls. Autumn's and the boy's less than mine because they're barefoot. My footsteps are loudest because they're covered in heavy boots. He gets to his room and falls onto his bed. The dark rings around his eyes tells us to leave him alone.
"Autumn, let us leave him to rest." I leave the room with her following. She tells him goodnight before following me. I think I've fallen for the poor boy.
This is the beginning of a story. Right now, it has no name! Woo!
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