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You smiled at me today, as you turned to face me, the sun highlighting your hair, your smile brighter than the sun, alluring as the moon. Your eyes, they danced with a mirth unseen.
"why wont you be nice to him? You love him, my dear. Admit it... As much as you are against the blonde beings, its irrational to pass over what your heart pulls towards, because of hair colour. How odd that you should deny the beating of your heart with a venom frothing from your tongue. I dislike this behaviour, its not you! Let him love you, let yourself love him!"

I tried to not frown, to not sneer at you. but, from the safety of my own shadows...i could not help the animilistic sneer from my face, nor the sound of disgust.
"i wish to love him, yet known tis my nature to hurt those i love. Tis safer, i take him not seriously to save him from the agonising pain that one such as i can inflict, knowing not whats i do! Please, do not judge me, my dear, for i do what i does for the sake of those i desire to protect from the double edged sword of my love!"

"what does this have to do with loving a blonde?" a fine note of loving cruelty dwelt in your voice, an undertone of irritation.

"you know, more than anyone. Dee. You know...they killed you on that sunny day, my personal angel. Their sharp words and unkind actions, they are what ran across your creamy wrists to open up the voilent actions underneath that skin. Tis the blondes that hate, nay, despise those who be dark haired like us! They be the ones who torment us so!"
I passionately denied the weakness in my arguments, i sought to explain what i could not comprehend myself!

"No. They killed not me, i killed myself dear girl. You know that! True, i took the razor to my cream, and sprouted the fiery red.....but you came, you saved me! But yet you are to answer my question. Miss Ravenella. Tis time for you to face the truth. Your scared, not of hurting the man.....but of admitting you care to the point of absolute adoration. To the point of loving devotion. You wish to be a part of his life, without being the part that ties him to you! admit it! Fear not, tis better for you!"Your eyes, they shone with a fury that would put mother earth to shame...a fury that was directed towards myself...as they narrowed to slits. Your hair spun, i swear it did, before settling back to place around your face. twas enough to send me cringing in my safe corner, my own personal storm a natural detterant for creatures of light, yet not for the fury they share.
"b...but...