Gyre's Eyes, Sidonie's Gown

The world seemed to drown before his eyes as he wept for the last time in his life. A storm clouded the usually tranquil blue of his eyes and he felt a stirring in his chest. It wasn't quite painful, but it was uncomfortable. He supposed this was what a heart should feel like, but he couldn't really know.

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Pearls dotted the gold of the dress like a thousand flowers that had sheathed themselves in sunshine. He blinked once as she stepped out, the spring's first pale blooms woven into her hair and falling in curves against her golden neck. In silence she slipped out of shadow and it was as if the sun itself had stepped down to become his bride, if only until nighttime when the cold stars blinked themselves into being, and robbed him of any promise of love. But no, this unrecognizable girl was incapable of guile. There could be no deceit sewn into the soft, rich folds of pale gold that encompassed her in swathes of sunlight as she walked towards him, her eyes downcast in the last hours of twilight, whose color they bore.