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A cream slated carving plastered on gold cursive and intermingling decorations upon stagnant pillars of a massive blooming and glowered ball room... smiles knowingly through their lavish mosaic skinned cravings as the brooding dark knight learns to smile from his once upon a time dead heart and leads the princess to her identity by slowly giving his frozen heart a chance to be brought back to life...the princess's anxiety and curious wandering eyes start to suddenly complement her seas of brown salt water concentric circles fighting a battle against her anxious and susceptible , fragile rose petaled mouth...which crinkles by looking at his politically noir , intelligible brooding irises whic tell her that he feels her even without touching her milky slated skin... and those rose petals relax the minute his heart learns to curve its happiness through it's genuinely curved mouth...and for the first time..suddenly the princess doesn't see those rugged , withered plateaus of brawny cheekbones as proud and aggressively dominant mountains laughing with evil humour anymore..she suddenly begins to feel the bronze sediments within those coarse fields of the knight's cheekbones relax and shine in their glory into his pigmented skin...and suddenly her naive , and stupid heart starts a new pattern of dance where she flourishes and throws her self into a light she thought was never there inside the charcoal webs and swirls of this dark knight..every string of the knight's nerves pulls that ray of light back into his bronze coloured branches the minute the princess realizes she is giving into the light she herself shed inside his body of cobwebbed darkness...and the knight's sheer strength grasping her fluttering heart...makes her destined to a discovery of tingled nodes of sensations she believed she never had...and these innate nodes of musical words highlight the party's beauty and grinning ,poised atmosphere despite the creamed coloured ball being surrounded by velvety tunic carpets and lavish scarlet- touched garments surmounted around people glowering in pseudo laughter..and yet the elegantly enamoured lights dim when the princess's fight within her heart and her logic finally chooses to become breathless as their bodies without their consent ..choose to become one...and the princess only hopes and prays that this promise of the dusk has not gotten into her bloodstream..."hopefully"..she mutters to herself as conscious mind echoes in fear ..."hopefully"...
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