how was he like this?

He wasn't a person drunk on cheap perfume in a world of stillness, that felt like a prison.

Then how did it happen?

How?

How was he able to touch the rough edges of the inked and whiskey-stained pages? That was left on the unattended table.

How could he find that sweet scent of candy, the glimpse of her dancing in summer dresses with an innocent smile and vodka laughter.....in a world filled with thick dark smoke?.

How was he able to become a sight she would always remember? A sight she curiously wanted to know about.

A glimpse of him filled her with curiosity and led her to venture out of that dark smokey stillness. Out of the prison of pen and paper into something new.

He didn't show her anything extra-special.

He didn't promise her the galaxy of stars and seas - the fancy materials ( she didn't need those), Nor had he just spun them into a delicate form of tapestry.

How did he not come into her life like a self-proclaimed knight? Like the others did?

How did not want to be a boisterous victorious knight saving a not-so-damsel in distress?

How could he hear her soft whispers that she loved the watchful side in her? When she said them so softly!

How could he want to be the tenant to the architect of destruction? (as she was rumoured to be)?

She wasn't the one to venture into the wild winds, she loved her stillness.

'Then, why did she?', she wondered.

'Was it to know how he could be so brave When she was all shy?

 The venture traced her to the forest of the storyteller, Quinn.

 They want - to - be tenants of her ruins.

She knew him from afar, the forest was known yet new. 

 He is a tenant that showed her how devastating beauty was constructed from ordinary things - a place that made an escape to the extraordinary.

With one glance at him, she saw the qualities of one becoming a man. Charming, with a gentlemanly stance and eyes that bore into the soul.

Glancing around, she saw the budding of pods and plants, some that were trampled on.

Some blooming in its delight. 

Some that had dried in time and some fresh with dews that swayed by the light breeze that brushed by her locks of hair as they passed by.

Quinn was the name she had given him, it allured her as he did.

 He patiently waited and gingerly felt the texture of dried barks. He let out a soft "ouch.."

slightly wincing under her delicate touch on the trampled flower pods.. pods that were his.

Glancing back at the pods, she felt the scars that were brutally left by cheap perfumes on their delicate petals.

Scars that she owned as well.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw how he gathered himself immediately after that wince, as a default defensive mechanism.

 She noticed how he proved himself in the earthly test—eventually finding his place in the universe. 

She noticed how he let down all defences for her to enter. How his eyes lingered on her expressions a moment longer...as he guided her through the woods.

How he eased her mind with simple words that made her believe.

How he inspired her to unleash her magic for herself.

How he enabled her a push to express her deepest emotion and give in to her most intimate desires.

How he reminded her of how beautiful she is.

How he wanted to be with her and see her smile.

How he would carefully hold her hand as if she would crumble under his delicate touch.

She couldn't grasp how he had led himself in her world and made her see his….where no one could enter.

She couldn't help but admire how he had upgraded himself to be a better man.

How her small wishes would be fulfilled without a cry.

She couldn't help but let down her defences too.

She couldn't help but Love him too.

She couldn't help but collide with their world. 

A beautiful collision that crossed the threshold from friendship into something much more beautiful - love.

Gingerly, holding his eyes in a loving stare, she asked him "how?"

And saw his brown irises twinkle in retaliation.

Gently as she held his soft stubble cheeks, and bowed his head lower until she slightly parted lips touched his forehead in a lingering kiss. 

They both relished their moment in time, and he got an answer to his question, - she Wolf's him as well.