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Edward in the sunlight was shocking. Eleanora stared in shock and wonder. His skin, white despite the faint flush from the hunt the day before, his skin sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface.
She slowly walked towards him, meeting him halfway. He stood perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn't sleep. A perfect statue, carved in some unknown stone, smooth like marble, glittering like crystal.
She stood in front of him. She brought her hand up and traced his cheek bones, feeling the smooth marble like skin. His breathing hitched, feeling her warmth dance along his skin.
The wind was gentle, making her hair sway, revealing her elf-like ears, the grass dancing around their figures.
He blinked his eyes open, gazing at an amazed dragon, tracing his skin. Her eyes met with honey golden ones. She smiled, eyes turning into crescents as her other hand traced his arm.
"What are you smiling at?" he let out. She laid a hand on his cheek, feeling his cold skin and slightly caressing it. He brought his hand up and pressed it on top of hers, keeping it there.
