Crimsons fall
Crimson had never cared for trivalities, politics, and threats of war. She just moved through the shadows. Silent and unseen. Unnoticed and forgotten. She moved through the shadows watching the world pass her by. A familiar song she had come to ignore and pass.
See Crimson was just a woman, scarred and exhausted both mentally and physically. She had given all of herself to others, whether it was as a friend, a doormat, or a punching bag. She didn’t care what she was as long as it reached other's purposes.
Crimson sat, alone watching the sky changing it colors, watching as the nature around her fell silent. She looked up quietly, her eyes peering like a hot knife through butter as she searched her surroundings.
She already knew, 'im not alone'. She felt his presence, his energy. She knew he was there as her finger slipped against a blade of grass in a delicate dance of care for the thing she was touching. Her long black, wavy hair caught in the wind as she bit her lip in sustained silence.
As her head rose from the ground, her breath bated, she whispered, "I know you're here. What is it you want?" Her voice carried on the wind in the open field. As if the invisible force she couldn't see answered her, she knew the words before they fell from his lips, "I'm here to ruin you. To make you mine, " the voice chuckles deep and starved. "Hell, little angel, how far you've fallen. I already own you. You just dont know it yet."
