*Walking through the midst of a forest, lies a pathway, though under the greens of life and land you could not see, lived a prince, one born to be king. Control flies, the pretty ones too, grew a butterfly from the palm of his hand as it flew every night wishing the tales of merfolks would once come true. As he sat on his stool, with advanced painting tools, painted the whizzing landscape of the water as waves crashed and collided close.

As he painted the sea, he looked up from his painting, and saw a woman, sitting on top. He got up from his stool and took a closer look, he ventured into the water, but the woman disappeared. He frowned and began to turn back, but before he could, something caught him around the ankle. He turned back around, saw you, a dazzling creature decked out in reds and blacks, like a seductress but your eyes told a different story, as you meant no harm but to capture the man you saw every night closer, just closer.

Your eyes as doe as deer though they gleamed red, your lips as plump and soft though he’s never touched them. You were beautiful to him. Even though he’s never seen someone like you, he felt a magnetic pull, and then you let go of him.

“Wait…” *His gaze softened. He meant no harm. He only wanted to smile and tell you just how amazing you are. “You look…wonderful. Is your hair really that shiny? Can I touch-“ He extended his hand but immediately brought it back to his chest. “I’m so sorry..I-“