this is easy as lovers go.
so don't complicate it by hesitating.

Ink. Her appearance was as bland as her name. Yet as the same way as ink can be, she could be captivating at times. She could flow in the most unordinary fashion. And you knew it, because you watched it happen. Though sometimes you did not believe your own eyes. In her plainness was her beauty, i guess that was the only way you could read it. Ink did not know she was beautiful, and that ignorance was what was attracted people to her. Or maybe that was simply her reasoning. But it was doubtful. I shall first describe her too you. Her hair was raven black, it fell to her waist, though the ends were split and never the same length, it gave her a look of wildness, her eyes were probably the strangest thing about her. They were something of a purple colour. They matched her wings, the same purple, deep and entrancing. As with almost all with black hair, her skin was pale, though not unhealthily so. Her lips were rosy, showing a radiant smile when she wished it. When she was younger she'd always looked on enviously at those with the large breasts that had so attracted men. But as she grew older and her eyesight accustomed, she soo learned that type of physique attracted undesirables. Thus in the end she was happy with her breasts, they were neither to small nor too large. Adequate. That was the word.

The fire burned in the near distance, it was where she walked to, her feet were bare, and yet she walked confidently, the night was almost set upon her, and yet she could see the hazards as clear as day. She avoided them as always. There was an innocense about her, but one you longed to find out more about. A mischevious aura that seemed to draw you in rather than repulse you. Strangely there were none others by the fire, though she knew that nights often brought in Fairies form all over to attend dances by the bonfire. Few knew who actually lit it, but they cared not. They were thankful to whomever it was. However tonight it was lonely, there were none around, she tilted her head to the side, causing a curtain of black hair to stir from its previous state. As she walked the warmth of the bonfire opened up to her, a smile dawned upon her lips. The corners of her eyes crinkled.

Passing time was one thing she'd always been good at. Whether it was following the trail of a bee or a bird in the air. Or simply watching a pebble make ripples int he surface of the water. There was always something, there was always another way. A tune hummed out of her lips, it was slight, almost mythical, she didn't know what the tune was. It was improvisation, and yet she felt herself starting to relax with it. There were things she would not say about herself, but music always drew these from her mind, making her forget them. Even if it was temporary.

There was something peaceful about all of this, something she did not want to disturb, for it shouldn't need to be disturbed, often she was caught wondering why it was people hastened to make noise in a quiet area, perhaps it was because the silence frightened them, they would rather hear something than nothing, it was how it seemed to be with many, but not she .. no, Ink was much more content to listen, to observe than to destroy the silence with louded and unneeded noises. A smiile played upon her lips for a fleeting second as she remembered thhese things. Her childhood had not been something of fun and adventure, yet she had some good memories, at least there was that.

Tension flooded through her muscles at the sound of footsteps, they were slight, almost inaudible against the crackling of the bonfire, but her scences were attuned now to any slight movement, any change in the atmosphere that may cause danger to her, it was odd, being alert all the time, yet it was something she did, not to let her flee from danger, but to keep her aware. For as long as she saw it coming, then there was little it could do to hurt her, little it could do to capture her. Paranoia? I guess there was a little of that, but with Ink, it was not unwaranted.

Purple eyes looked up, catching the gaze of a man who walked over to her. Breath caught in her throat, she didn't know why. Her heart beat a little faster, again this was a reaction she could not comprehend. He stopped once he was close, giving her enough space to not seem intruded, yet he was courteous in the space he took, she noticed how his eyes appraised her body. Yet it did not make her uncomfortable in any way, for there was no lust in them, nothing that might cause danger for her. Her own eyes appraised his features, his angular cheekbones to his lips, his face was remarkably striking, yet Ink was never so shallow.

'Good evening, may i ask your name? I am Ink."

Her voice was sweet, a soprano sounding tone, contrasting vivdly with his deep, husky tone. Yet she liked the sound of the two together, it was in itself, its own music. A soprano, and a tenor ... fitting together nicely.