Woah, it's been a few days since I updated. I'm SUPER busy, guys, and I might not be able to update as often as I've been doing. Anyway, enjoy! I don't own Arty.
Opal gently stroked the cheek of her captive and gave a gentle sigh of pleasure. The prisoner was exquisite.
Her cheekbones were high, the planes of her face almost surreally gorgeous and exotic. Her long, dark hair perfectly framed the paper-white and creamy face. She had thick, black eyelashes that framed closed eyes, and Opal desperately wished they were open. She was quite sure the woman's eyes would shine with beauty.
Opal had a sudden longing to touch the captive's blood-red lips, and managed to tear her eyes away from her angel.
"Am I really that beautiful?" Asked Opal, repeating a question she had asked so many years ago. Mervall merely gave a curt nod, forced a smile, and looked away. He was still upset over the troubles they had had to go through to retrieve the girl. Yes, breaking her out of the prison had been difficult, but in the end it had been worth it. For as Opal looked upon her own sleeping face, she knew that she had never truly felt love.
Um, you're going to have to play along here and pretend that past Opal brought past Merv and Scant with her in TTP. ANYWAY, as much as I hate Opal, I find her to be a strangely intriguing character, and I plan to write several drabbles, if not a fancy schmancy long fic about her. If you don't get the title, I must repeat my threat of beating you over the head with an encyclopedia. Or maybe a book on Greek mythology, which I am positively fascinated by. Anyway, review or face BOTH Opals' wrath! *evil laughter in background* TEEHEE!