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She smiles and promises him happiness, a world of fairytales, Prince Charmings on white stallions, rainbows and happy endings.

He knows better. The world is a cruel thing, and such are fantasies, dreams that can never be true. This impure world, filled with murder, rape, prostitution, trickery, stealing, cruelty and sin isn't the stage for such farce-like plays.

The little fairy girl – for that is what she must be, the enchanting female with a taste for strange clothes – takes his hands, leading him into the forest of illusions. Sweet, but not practical or good for you in any way.

He follows the deceiving path anyways. He'll pay that price and more if he can be with her.

She knows.

Princesses, knights, dragons, treasure, morality, evil, witches, sorcerers, elves, trolls, ogres….

She reads them to him, flicking her light brown hair away from matching eyes every now and then as her voice changes pitches and tones to represent different, flat characters.

His silver eyes are narrowed and trained on her face more than anything, and she scolds him for not listening, rapping him lightly on his red head while he scowls back, the familiar expression more heartening than discouraging.

Secretly, she's happy he's more interested in her.

He knows.