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The softest pale skin that glowed like the moonlight, her eyes like the richest emeralds that sparkled with a fiery mystery. Dark brown hair flowing beautifully past her shoulders like a waterfall, pearls and emeralds delicately threaded through her hair, matching her eyes. A work of art come to life. Feyd-Rautha had never seen anyone like her.
And yet he has no idea who she was. Every dream was always the same.
He’s surround by trees, long branches full of leaves streaming down almost to the ground. lush grass under his feet.
He’s following her. He always is.
She laughs as she walks through the grass, finger tips running through the tall grass blades. Eyes catching his as she looks over her shoulder.
Her white dress leaves little to the imagination, fabric draping elegantly over her lithe body, the most beautiful he’s ever seen.
The back has a low cut to it, adorned with crystals that shimmer in the light, cascading down her spine in a mesmerizing pattern.
She stops suddenly, lets Feyd approach her, a smile on her cherry red lips.
Feyd tentatively reaches out, his large hand resting on her waist, the other on the side of her face, his thumb dragging on her bottom lip.
She gently holds his wrist, leaning her face into his touch.
“Who are you?” he asks.
She smiles, looks up at him through her dark lashes, the little sparkles that had been dusted on her cheekbones twinkle.
“Feyd…” she whispers, ignoring his question, “My husband. I need you”
He feels his lip twitch, he surges forward, her lips against his.
But only to kiss nothing. Just like that she’s gone, his hands grasping the air.
As he opens his eyes to the reality of a world without her, he can't help but feel an emptiness in his chest. Every thought leads him back to the dreams. Back to her.