Clarabelle has always liked pretty things.
Flowers. People. Places.
She especially likes the corpse that occupies the morgue three doors down. It has long pale limbs and cold pale skin – it's rather lovely, Clarabelle thinks.
Alas, for some unfathomable reason, Kenspeckle won't let her near it.
So, when she sees Valkyrie Cain's beautiful black coat, she immediately wants it. The material is drawn tight over the other girls body, fitting so snugly it is almost a second skin, as dark as her eyes and exquisitely long hair.
Consequently, Clarabelle thinks it only polite to ask if she can have it. Valkyrie takes everything in stride, it seems, and is only midly alarmed by Clarabelle's questions. Pity.
After Valkyrie has left, with the coat, Clarabelle takes a moment to visit the corpse. As she gazes down at it, she wonders idly, if it's the coat she wants, or the girl wearing it.
My musings.
There's more to come ~