Doll:

Verb) dress someone or oneself smartly and attractively.

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AU, Modern Era

WARNING(S): Vampirism, unholy matrimony, erotic prose, age gap (~821M x 19F) references to death/Hades, references to sex, virginity kink, mentions of Hades/Persephone (THIS IS NOT NONCON)

RATING: M (18+)

Notes: Sasuke is centuries old technically, but is physically/mentally still in his early-twenties due to the circumstances of his turning (thanks, snake man). If this grosses you out, PLEASE SKIP!

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She was pretty as a porcelain doll, hair like fresh spring blossoms elegantly and carefully pinned up into an elaborated braided bun, a single kanzashi adorning it. The crown of flowers placed delicately atop her head reminded him of the goddess Persephone, the very personification of spring itself.

"Surely if the gods were real, she would be Persephone incarnate," he thought to himself. "Perhaps that would make me the god of the underworld?"

Her lips, painted a shy mauve, matched with her bright minty-green eyes, the ones that were respectfully downcast as he beheld her. Her lids were painted a dusky gray to match the black winged eyeliner accentuating her cat-like eye shape.

This had been a dress she'd always dreamt of; a beautiful ball gown with layers of delicate pink tulle creating the illusion of a branch of her namesake; soft fabric flowers clung to the dress from one side down to the bottom of the skirt as a descending cherry blossom tree in the springtime. Her slender neck was adorned with a single necklace, the symbol of his clan hanging from it as a charm. Her bust, albeit modest, was accentuated with the sweetheart neckline, the straps hanging at her shoulders invitingly and the dress swooping dangerously low at her back.

This was the girl who had awoken him from his centuries of slumber; this was the girl who had won over his cold, dead heart and chased away the shadows that still clawed at his heels. Truly that did make her Persephone, if not only for the warmth that had melted his wintery persona and brought spring into his world.

This was the girl who had accepted him as a permanent fixture in her short, mortal life -- and had consented to becoming his wife, forever joining him in undeath. Perhaps that would indeed make him Hades, stealing her away from the land of the living, forever intertwined down together in the land of the dead.

Sasuke ran a cold hand across her soft cheek, tracing down her neck to gently take the tiny fan charm in his fingers. The ruby and shimmering diamond gleamed in the lamplight of the beautiful old chapel that he had called his home for eight hundred years.

Bravely, she glanced up at him -- her cheeks were that lovely rosy color that enamored him so, her lips parting as if wishing to say something. Instead she kept silent, her lashes fluttering as he brought his hand up again to cup her cheek.

Only nineteen, still a virgin -- she was utterly perfect for such a depraved creature of the night.

His lips captured hers, paled blue meeting mauve-painted ones, and her hands came up to cup his broad shoulders when she was pulled closer. The warmth of her living body was sapped away by his cold, and she shivered as he deepened the kiss, using his hand to delicately tilt her head.

Oh how he longed to pluck her; drive his fingers through her hair, tousling her hard work and letting her long waves hang freely for him to gaze upon. He longed to capture those lips a thousand times and more, her taste addicting beyond all else. Her blood sang to him from where it raced through her veins and arteries, pumping her heart rapidly with every caress of his icy fingers across her unmarred, uncorrupted neck.

She was still so innocent -- and Sasuke was determined to stain that innocence, whether it be with blood or his innermost carnal desires. Undead he may be, but he was still a man; only now, he had all the time in the world to appraise his delicate spring blossom.

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A/N: Let me know what you thought!