Written for Sazzy (xoxLewrahxox)'s twelfth challenge for the Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful birthday challenges
Prompt: Write a drabble using overly flowery language.
103 words (I need all my adjectives. =( )
The Glance
A display of snowy lilies wept honeyed scent into the temperate air, swirling caressingly around the young maiden standing, statuesque, beside it. Her dove grey robes, light and silken, fluttered under the soft, lover's hand of the breeze, which twirled around her and pressed indulgent kisses onto her milky bosom.
The witch's eyes, cornflower blue and framed by flaxen lashes, were directed across the garden at a man whose majesty mirrored her own. In the time it took her fluttering lids to close, the man glanced up, and when her eyes were once more fixed upon the world, she caught his magnetic gaze.
Thoughts?
