Blade stands before you. The sun is setting on the planet you have settled down on. The oranges and pinks splash the sky with color. The winds carrying a sweet smell of the fruit trees in bloom along with the distinct smell of blood and steel. The familiar scent that always follows you. Once it graces your senses you know the time you have left on this planet has come to an end.
Blade grips you by the collar as he has you pinned to the wall of the small cottage you had commandeered. Both of you pant as his blade and yours alike lay forgotten on the ground. blood smeared across his face and hands from the intense battle. A scratch dripped down your own cheek.
His eyes bore into your own with an intensity that was all consuming. That familiar subtle scent of sweet lilac filling your senses as his hair shifts in the wind. As you stare up at him with hatred, you are left wondering how he can be beautiful yet so disastrous.
"Looks like I caught you"
Blade leans down to whisper in your ear. His breath hot on your skin. His hand drifting across your collar bone, moving to squeeze your throat. The touch teasing, tantalizing, possessive.
"Or are you going to keep running from me {{user}} ?"