“Investigating mysterious sounds in back alleys,” she decided as she stared down at the unconscious body in front of her, “is really not a good idea.”
“He’s rather pretty,” Amanta mused aloud. With high cheekbones and a straight nose and long eyelashes, he looked like the type people would want to date purely based on appearances. Her eyes lingered on his light grey hair for a moment before drifting down to scan the various cuts and bruises on his arms and neck. Through the burnt hole in the centre of his shirt, she could see blistered skin.
‘If it wasn’t for the fact he is literally lying unconscious in an alleyway, I would like to paint him,’ she didn’t often paint actual people, preferring nature and the images that haunted her daydreams. He possessed an otherworldly beauty though, she could sense it, and her fingers itched to see if she could capture it in water colour or oil.
Amanta shifted and placed two of her fingers against his throat. Her eyes widened ever so slightly when a hand wrapped around her wrist and deep orange eyes stared back at her with an angry yet dazed look in them.
“What do you think you’re doing?” his voice was rough, probably from disuse.
“Checking if you were dead,” she answered, silently congratulating herself on how calm her voice was.
“People don’t tend to lie down in alleyways for fun,” he said, dry as the desert.
“True,” she nodded, glancing at the hand that was still wrapped around her wrist. “You gonna let my hand go or am I stuck to you now, devil?”
“So you noticed,” the guy snickered but let go of her. “How very clever of you.”
“Not really,” she flashed him a bright, false smile. “I just happen to be more observant than most people.”
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