Demons or Angels. Digging up the past, walking over buried graves. There were moments in life to reconcile one’s own course that had collided with another’s story. Sometimes the part played was a villain, others a hero. On occasion, a chance to rewrite mistakes of character presented it’s way to create a better version of self. An extension of a hand given in an apology to the universe and hoping for redemption. Or perhaps the absence created reborn dormant wounds summoned to soon. 

Dangerous lips laced with honey eyed words. Quick with compliments, flawless in beauty that even deities envied. A lover who had drawn her in with false praise and desperate worship, watching her moves intently, plunging her into a tidal wave of addiction and confusing sensations torn between Heaven and Hell. Ever had known the fruit was Forbidden. The bright red apple hung low from the tree deliciously like a canvas against a blue night. Fierce desire  burned through her finger tips as she had plucked the apple that was not hers to take. And she devoured every tasty morsel, not one damn bit sorry. 

The doors to the medical department swished noisily open, followed shortly by Ever’s entrance.  Stopping two feet inside, she placed her hand against the crook of her hip. Long dark hair flowed to the middle of her back looking like she was only missing a rose between her lips. Matching dark eyes bore straight to their target, “Hello me dear Alexis.”

Lt Commander Ever Zeanar, CoP