Noir sat, silent as death, watching his lands. Everything seemed brighter... Wasn't SO bad he mused, orange eyes scanning the horizon from his rock outcropping. Being somewhat happy, wasn't that bad. He wasn't going to be the jolly fellow, but he was trying to be...nicer.
He supposed that was why she kept coming back, because he wasn't the nice guy. She was sweet and pure, an angel...What was he? Well according to his friends he was an a*****e. That was beside the point. She was perfect, and he was not. But again, maybe that was what she liked about him, he really couldn't think of anything else...Aside from the fact he was drippingly sexy.
Oh yea, that was it.
