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-=fragile hands clasp around a flask filled with red elixir. Elixir of life for the few like she, timeless creatures. The same liquid that was pumped through every humans heart , slipped through the painted lips, and trickled down the throat. Stopping it her steps, the creature closed it’s eyes, as though to the thick blood. Still slightly warm, due to the fact she had only filled it up...but blood grew cold so quickly...Lowering the flask from her mouth, her hand was placed back at her side. No drops of red were sprinkled across the chin of the girl. None that could be seen behind the thick black hood she wore. Opening her eyes , black gems danced about the surroundings...absorbing each detail carefully. There wouldn’t be a need to play...not at this moment at least.=-
-=Removing the hood, left the face revealed. Miss Vedette Eglantine’s face was soft...though not flawless. Just under the eyes red, purplish lines were stitched into the pale skin. Under the black eyes, were shadows dark purple fading into pink...then vanishing into white. The same pink could be found in the blush on her cheeks, and a gray color tinted her upper eye lids. Full lips were painted with a rich brown, with red like hues. Those some lips curled into a child like smile. Along waves of auburn flowed down the back to the waist, and gracing the head was a halo of roses...splashed with soft pinks and creams. From the hood Vedette removed the cloak entirely. A wedding dress was shown now...dusty and old. Aged with the time that glimmered in Vedette’s eyes.=-
-=Fitting perfectly as thought she were poured into the dress. The creams of the silk matched the beauty of the roses that graced her head. Pearls and laces decorated the wedding gown, as did dust. It didn’t have the same glow to it has it once had so long ago. Long sleeves were now shorter, and tattered, revealing the red lines of stitching. The skirt though still had it’s trail, and the rims were yellowed with time. Tattered as well...Vedette looked like a young girls doll...one that a grandmother might have owned when she was younger. A child like sigh left her lips, as she made sure the bell of the skirt swayed with her movements.=-