It was the delicacy of the sorrow with which she baited her eyes, that caught him. Infinite and tantilizingly out of reach, yet so very tangible in it's ache. Her fragile allure blossmed into naids, trailing hooks through his mind, dragging him deeper beneath the surface of her charms, deeper into the unclear waters of her porcelian still gaze.

She left him there a moment, admiring his helplessness as he floundered, without breath in her wordless nets.

But then pitty called and with a deft little flick of well practiced lips, she set about gutting his heart with a smile.