[SilentFeather]

Halcron Desperatta Helix l strolled through the lands of Eternal darkness as the first signs of dusk took command of the skies above, his face was concealed, hidden by a thick coal black hood of a caped addition to his dapper ensamble which casted in an even darker shade of it as he advanced at swift pace upon his identical, graceful but within place coal black leather footed heels. He kept to the shadows and dark alleys of the seedy underbelly. He soon found himself upon the Apothecary shop, exhaling forth a soft sigh in relief which casted his very breath as a billowing of mist as he noticed that it was still open and in business for the upcoming night. It was a cold Winter night in the Deadlands and he was shivering.

Hesitantly, he reached up, steeling his nerves before opening the shop's only means of entrance with a dainty but glove clad hand the right one of course because it was dominant traited in his family-lineage, venturing inside with the grace a thousand demons would give their very souls to possess even a singleness of a glance upon. He wished to express a wince at the harshness of Vale's tone but knew that he was probably simply engaging in his interest of dark arted hobbies to pass the time as usual, something he often indulged in whenever the sun descended and all departed to slumber. It was a well guarded secret and was kept as such by both lovers.

He kept his posture rigid straight as all Light elves were groomed to do from childhood, lifting a hand to his Dark elf partner's perfect ear and tracing the outline of it with his fingertips ever so gently as he admired the other male's raw power coursing through him upon mereness of touch, sensing a strangeness to cower from such a sensation but stimpy, he remained still. Halcron had long locks of flowing hair which cascaded to the middle of his strong yet femenine backside, shaded a bright blinding slate white as pure as the driven snow itself, he also possessed banged extensions that were rested at the sides of his temples, adding a formality of innocente appearance to him. perhaps even that of brighter unknown of tones. He stood at a short 5'5, greatly dwarfed but the Elder Dark elf, yet not feeling all the bit at all intimidated by an immaturity in height, he was wearing a corsetted robe, a bright white and gold as all Light elves were permitted to wear, hidden by the adornment of a large hooded cape he concealed such within.

"V-Vale? .. I am .. a-aware of my meeting you upon the midnight hour .. but I, well I .. I just .. needed you tonight. More .. than I ever have." He spoke softly, pausing his words mid sentence to swallow down the lump of emotion lodged within the depths of his throat. He wanted to speak but all that came forth was a pathetic keening whimper, approaching a step closer, boldly. His heart clenched within the confines of his heaving chest, it's pace drastically racing, causing his very breaths to stutter and become sputter like, kind of as if he were trying to remain in a race even past the threshold of exhaustion.