Re: Grand Staircase; pillar near the edge
Silver hair waved as it shook its head side to side. "No. The cursed never are," it whispered, still with hands held tight to chest. The Suit's confusion didn't stop pitch black eyes from studying him, and at the point where long looks would turn to discomfort, the Fallen moved. It swayed forward as its eyes closed again, with a speed that it shouldn't have had, and pressed a kiss to warm cheek. It was fleeting, as soft as the brush of one of its feathers, but its breath shivered there for a moment. "I miss you," it whispered with lips that had darkened with the black smudges of contact, then turned in a graceful sweep away. More lost feathers signaled its exit as it slipped into the shadows, skin and hair fading into a phosphorescent smudge in the dark.