Chuushiri

It was quiet, and she was alone. That was the norm, these days. Luca had gotten used to working alone and fending for herself. There wasn't much time to socialize and chat when your job was to bring down the oppressive reigns of Templars, or their covert operations. Why did she need to have friends? Everybody died, anyways. That was the harsh reality of her life. She was born to protect free will, and she would die protecting it. It was as simple as that. "This isn't free will for you, though." She shook away the thought. He had told her that, some time ago. A man by the name of Ezio. When she first heard it, she dismissed the thought. H

She is a woman, coy and subtle With bright eyes and dark hair that stir fire A seductive glare that draws your soul. She stands by your side, smiling Looking, Laughing, Leering Jeering at me whilst your back is turned. You never see this Of course you never do. Your head is turned away and locked on her Your arm is wrapped around her waist, your eyes Buried in the deep reaches of her gaze While you are wrapped around her She has you wrapped around her finger Played like a puppet, she controls you From ever becoming normal again. She has enraptured you, she, this being of no form This small woman that has completely dwarfed you