Sovereign | Miles and Olivier
There is nothing purer and brighter than her eyes.
While they reveal emotions which constantly scar the heart, her eyes are young, glowing, but never calm. Blue, naïvety. Always, the fierce warrior shall wear a mask, but her irises tell a story. Stories of battles, of pain and joy. They forget her age, they forget she is someone's child, they never see her eyes.
They forget she is, and always has been, human.
Blood trickles from gaping wounds which sting and transform into scabs. Dressed in blue, a darker shade than her eyes, no one observes the mistakes and battles scattered across her flesh. No one looks past the blade which is delicately balanced in her grip. For they fear her, they do not know her, and so fear.
Only one is immune, and a fire burns, crashing into the ice and destroying the chill. Red and blue create an ugly monster. Yet, despite their differences, their peculiarities, both discover a thread, smooth and strong, guiding them to
Bureizu-za-Vampire
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