She looked up, watching his white form glide in on snowy wings. The dove didn’t make a sound as white robes blossomed from his glossy breast, alabaster skin glinting against the last light of the sunset. She held up a hand, unable to watch the white flash of brilliance as he transformed from bird to a figure of light. His albino hair, like wisps of spider web after a light shower, danced on the breeze merrily.
She danced up to him, looking up at him with open admiration. He grinned boyishly at her, his perfect, alien white teeth momentarily blinding her.
“Elior, you’re cutting it fine.” She said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“It is sunset Leila,” he said, pulling her closer, “any earlier and I would have scorched you.”
“You could glide with any creatures of the light, yet you play by my bedside.” She purred, watching him smooth back her midnight coloured hair.
“When our Lord commanded me into being, he knew I would eventually come here. I am the oldest, yet I, like Adam, mourn the need for a companion who is my equal.”
“You are my warmth.” She smiled, placing her head on his shoulder, “the shadows hold no loyalty.”
“And you are my rest when none would give it to me.”
“Every fallen woman wishes for a man to take her away from her fate.”
“You are darkness Leila, not evil. You do not need serve that master.”
“It is my corrupted nature.”
He held her closer, his eyes glowing silver in the failing light. “God created you as he created me.” He whispered in her ear, “Good.” He stepped back, but she pulled him closer and kissed him, their lips tingling. He ran a finger down her olive coloured skin in memory, watching as her faded sooty dress by day, shimmered into black silk hugging her shape by night. Her young face became more clearly defined, high cheekbones revealing a young woman of stunning beauty. In comparison, his flowing robe hung limply by strands of starlight. Still majestic, a powerful figure by any human standard. But his task was finished for the day, now he was simply the guide to the wary traveller, wonder to the star gazer. They pressed foreheads together as he aged, smile lines edging across his face, wise eyes slightly hidden within soft folds of many ages.
She smiled openly at him as shadows folded about her like a cape, her own oval golden eyes a mark of her power. She placed the cloak about his shoulders and watched him make his way to his resting place, to watch his children dance among the cosmos, their light a guide to sailors for eternity.
She closed her eyes, feeling the darkness about her give her strength for her first form. The raven’s keen sight and strong wings glided through the darkness, waiting for dawn to come. For she was young defiance, cunning and ancient wisdom. She loved the light but was not of it.
She loved the man on the moon.
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