I look at his face; so serene and calm. His golden eyes practically glowed in this dim garden. I'm not one to be poetic, but his beauty outshined the moon. And the way his face lit up, it's like the stars leaned down to kiss him. A tug at his lips makes me happy as I could see the faintest smile on his face. He's the epitome of splendor; so beautiful, so majestic.
As the moonlight shine at us, my eyes catches the royal blue crescent moon on his forehead and the two magenta stripes on his cheeks, marking him as a noble-above the low-life, above all things.
I wonder if he's above me as well, seeing as I am one kind with the lowly peasant he despised. Nevertheless, all of those dreadful thoughts evaporate as his eyes shifted to me, smoldering, burning my cheeks as it turned into a deep shed of red. I couldn't help but to look away, avoiding his intense gaze.
His rich and deep baritone voice startled me, "Kagome,"
Butterflies flutter inside my stomach as I turn my head slowly