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His eyes.. reflects the moon's glow, one she has never seen.
Ithaqua isn't one to be blinded by outward grace. He sees beyond the flesh's guise while Galatea was bounded by flesh, one she can't seem to control and a heart full of envy.
With the slightest touch from him limitations become mere threads, and love bloomed from her heart.
"Hold me close, wrap me in your arms.. just a few more seconds.." For in your embrace, all my worries are gone.
The cold wind howled through them while the words gathered at the edge of her tongue as she drew him nearer, enveloping him close to her lap.
Futhermore Ithaqua obediently followed without question and held Galatea with such gentle embrace of tranquility, kneeling to his knees to hold her figure.
Then reluctantly, her arms loosened its hold and released him, allowing ithaqua to slip away as if nothing had happened.
"Anything more, princess?"
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She should've known better. Looking at him was like a reflection in a mirror that could never return the depth of her feelings.
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With an enigmatic smile, Ithaqua rises from her lap, his fingers brushing against her thigh before he stands upright, towering over her masking the emptiness within him.
"Please, leave."
Galatea admired Ithaqua's unwavering valorn from the towering spires of the castle. He was only a cast of shadow from her sun, obedient and straightforward.
His actions are mere echoes for her authority, not the heartbeat of love she had hoped for.