When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
There was little fear within the pale blue irises of the petite girl as she stared up at the man in front of her. Oh, how aware she was of the impurities that tainted his soul! Those sins near sang to the embodiment of light in a mesmerizing chant of death and madness. Though he made some effort to appear innocent, Aislinn knew he was anything but. There was blood on his hands. Blood of true innocents. She was careful to avoid his touch as she hesitantly accepted his woolen coat, only to wrap it around her thin figure. The warmth the thick material provided her only served to make Aislinn all the more aware of just how cold her human flesh was in comparison to her equine coat. A shiver ran down her spine as she inspected the material of the coat. It seemed...impressively good quality. Far better then anything Aislinn had ever worn before. Her glacier gaze shifted upwards at the sound of her companion's voice. Though his inquiry was...expected, Aislinn could hardly help the way her nose wrinkled ever so slightly. It had been centuries since the unicorn had held any true home. Those moments she had were fleeting and few, her interest within the men she slept with were passing when they, inevitably, failed to live up to the unicorn's high expectation. Her soprano lit was truthful when she spoke, albeit peppered with her own uncertainties.
How quickly he was to offer his home to her in the way that most men did at the knowledge that she was, for lack of a better word, homeless. For at least one night, Aislinn was certain she could ensure that the murderer kept his hands to himself. Tomorrow, she would find her stallion, when she was properly dressed for the nippy weather and perhaps had some sleep within her. Although life within the forest had been her norm for some time, there was something about the shift that left her tired - likely due to the simple infrequency in which she allowed her physical form to change from ethereal unicorn to the equally as enticing woman. She eyed him with vague consideration, even if she hardly had a better offer currently upon the table. Rather, it was the suggestion of shoes that distracted Aislinn from her intent judging. The glacier hue of her gaze turned downwards towards her bare feet as her toes wiggled upon the cold cobblestone underfoot. How had she forgotten shoes of all things? Had it been so terribly long since she had been...well...human? Suspiciously, her attention returned to the man in front of her as she inquired if she would be given a coat like his - that threshold of quality apparently set by the unicorn now that she knew this sort of material existed within modern society!
He was entirely eager to assure her she could certainly have something similar - that alone served to seal the deal for the young woman. It was his insistence that he wouldn't harm her that caused her brows to rise upwards. Oh, if only he knew what she was capable of. How often Aislinn was underestimated for what she was! A tiny human girl. A unicorn. An audible snort left her nose as she informed him of exactly what she would do should he even attempt to lay a hand on her. The threat that lingered between them for a brief moment before a soft sound of amusement left his lips. Amusement! As if he thought a pretty girl was not capable of such atrocities! How easily that boyish smile spread across Wiliam's features and though Aislinn made every attempt to appear threatening with her hand placed firmly upon her hip, any hint of menace she might have exuded was diminished by the coldness that left her shivering, even in the warmth of his coat. Aislinn said little, however, as he gestured down the sidewalk. Her hands tucked into the jacket, only to be shoved under her arms as she tried to clutch the woolen material closer to her slender figure. Her bare feet trod with care as she followed him through the park and onto the cool, uncomfortable pavement of the sidewalk that lined the Southern streets.
His silence hardly perturbed her. Rather, she took the opportunity to observe the winter wear of those that they passed, even if they were inclined to offer the girl a rather odd look in return. Thankfully, she was hardly forced to walk too terribly far before William paused in front of a store, only to pull open the door for her. Her gaze brushed over the window front before Aislinn stepped inside, well aware of her proximity to her companion all the while. Her glacier gaze turned over her shoulder at William's voice, his attempt to be helpful was...endearing, she supposed. "Your help is not necessary, you may carry them, however, if you like." Aislinn answered, the unicorn entirely curt and to the point as she stepped towards the first clothing rack. Her gaze scanned over the materials and vibrant colors before her, only for her to meander onto the next. Every hint of intense hue was wholly ignored by the girl, those white pieces alone plucked from the rack to be eyed critically for size, style, and fit. She held up a cocktail dress against her figure, one hand gently tugging the waistline to match hers as she glanced up at William. "I do not understand this era, everything is all...clinched and...short. Is modesty no longer expected?" Aislinn hardly gave much thought to how much of her age she was showing, much less to how peculiar it was for any of her species to remember a time when dresses were very much the done thing. Abruptly, Aislinn handed her companion the dress in her hands as something upon the wall caught her attention. "Oh! And those! The heels have gotten so tall now! I want to try them!" Her gaze turned over her shoulder towards William as she pointed to a pair of white heels just out of her reach - this new modern wear so clearly fascinating, as far as Aislinn was concerned. As if she could be satisfied with just one thing!
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles
it's the last unicorn