The curtain over the couch was pulled back as if held by some invisible hand. In the dying embers of the fireplace a shadow could be seen. Pale features and dark eyes drifted gently into a fair young lady's room. Nimble, delicate but strong fingers pulled loose a silver pouch from underneath a dark cloak.
Eric shook a small amount of white powder into his hand. It shimmered in the cool winter moonbeams that lit his face and spilled so delicately over Fae's creamy white skin, flush red lips and midnight black hair.
A gentle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and danced in his eyes. A soft kiss was placed on her brow.
'Anything you wish fair lady, never stop dreaming.' He whispered and gently blew the soft silky powder from his hand. It floated gracefully down over her, shimmering in the moonlight. 'Wish wisely my dear, and your greatest dreams will come true........
An illustration for my story 'Sand' he is a 'sandman' and she his charge.
drawn from a photo for refrence, intentionally sketchy