Shadewood you are at war, even in your dreams

Closer, still she comes! Though it is of her own decision for Nero remains firmly rooted to the earth where he has first chuffed for her attention. She responds to the name he has bestowed upon her and he catches a glimpse of her toothy grin as calling her the infernal nymph before she ducks her head to hide it from him. It does not occur to him that she has reasons for hiding her teeth from his prying eyes and thus he can only wonder why a predator should ever hide her teeth? They are weapons crafted of the most exquisite ivory and he feels they should always gleam with deadly intent even when they show with joy or amusement; but Nero does not speak this aloud. As strange as it struck him to be at first he is accumulating to her silence, though admittedly, this leaves her actions largely up to his own deduction and interpretation.

The distance between them is all but diminished. They are close enough now that he can gaze into her eyes and see the constellations within her irises as light and dark mingle, never melting but complimenting one another to give accent to her irises. Nero has always been fascinated by eyes: they are, ultimately, what either draws him in or not; befitting if only because they have been called the windows into the soul. Idly, Nero cannot help but wonder what it is she sees within the depths of his jade irises as they linger in a the infamous kiss or kill distance.