Til the Sun Grows Cold and the Stars Grow Old

The first time Wolfgang saw her, he was supposed to be on a date. Or maybe it should have been classified as a one-time post-one night stand sort of thing. Probably the latter. Wolfgang felt nothing for this girl sitting across from him, but she had been in bed with him when he began craving Indian food. So here they were. Together.

Sure, the girl was pretty, of average intelligence, and just the sort of stability that was absent from Wolfgang's life. But while Wolfgang might be missing stability, it wasn't exactly something he was actively chasing after, either. Hell, he was planning on breaking into an unbreakable safe in the near future, and his main reason for doing so was to spite his cousin. Definitely not the profile of a rational, well-rounded adult, Wolfgang mused to himself.

"I'm not looking for a relationship," Wolfgang stated, smiling apologetically while cutting off the flow of the girl's words. A glimmer of hurt passed through her eyes, realization of what Wolfgang had said hitting her smack in the face. The girl's head lowered and her eyebrows rose incredulously, but she recovered remarkably quickly for one rejected so bluntly.

"Then what are you looking for?" The girl asked, going for casually sexy, but falling short into bitingly wounded.

And then, Wolfgang forgot all about this girl, with flat coffee eyes and vapid ideas. His head had turned instinctively to the side, feeling the blow of her question. But while he scrambled for an answer, Wolfgang felt his whole body suddenly freeze. He was enraptured, frozen. While grasping for a response, Wolfgang's eyes had alighted on an astounding sight.

And he knew what he had been looking for.

She was wearing blue and purple. A dress shimmering with hundreds of gleaming jewels, cresting at her throat. A cape a shade lighter than indigo graced her soft neck. It fell enticing down her back, billowing gracefully behind her in time with her strides. The dress seemed to make her whole skin glow, giving this woman the impression of that of a goddess, ephemeral and ethereal.

Wolfgang had never felt so entranced by a simple woman.

It was so cliché, it really was. Their stares met and time seemed to stop. She was on a balcony, surrounded by bright flowers, and him by a simple rock wall, the peasant surveying the queen.

So when that wounded girl snapped Wolfgang back to reality by asking if "there was anyone else", Wolfgang wasn't exactly sure what his response should be.

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