The fae sat on the rocky beachside, her crimson gown folding closely in the breeze. 'Love.' she wispers, ever so slightly to the sea. The blue of the waves reflect the blue of her skin. The man, running his hand through her wild hair, brushing his lips against her cheek. He is the only one alowed to see her tragic face. He is the only one who loves. 'Mon coeur.' again she wispers, this time to the man, as he gazes into her beautiful eyes. Eyes that are shown only to him. Eyes banished from the world.