The faint hazel of her eyes gazed over and stirred at the smooth reflection that she had been greeted with every afternoon. The satisfaction of being graced with the waist of a child's and a body curved perfectly into the shape of a rare wine glass that had often been used to hold the finest of drinks. The hair that could have often been mistaken as that of a gentle ripple in the middle of an ocean of rage and the skin that could be countered as the color of albino with a small hint of chestnut in the blend and the feel of a buttery texture.
The home of a well known doctor who's fame has even past into the lands of the enemy, the spotlight that it seemed even the creator himself had once craved, all that was wanted, she had. The life that anyone would easily sell their soul for just for a small sip from it's cup. Of course though, there was always one flaw that seemed to pass through the tightened security of their gates. The same flaw that seemed to steal their food and disgrace her without the presence of others. This flaw that she herself had created.
Her eyes shifted downward, eyeing the flaw that stood half hidden between the doorway. She examined the elegant laces of blues and purples that were made to fit her form in the mirror once more, and then turned to face her sin. She walked with the elegance of a ballerina and the air of an English queen and kept the pace to that of a lady. Never looking down, and never looking up.
Fore she alone knew, that if her eyes were to even slight catch at the glimpse of the smooth marble that had been hand made especially for the room she was currently in, that she would only a second later meet her sin. And that, was truly unacceptable.
The home of a well known doctor who's fame has even past into the lands of the enemy, the spotlight that it seemed even the creator himself had once craved, all that was wanted, she had. The life that anyone would easily sell their soul for just for a small sip from it's cup. Of course though, there was always one flaw that seemed to pass through the tightened security of their gates. The same flaw that seemed to steal their food and disgrace her without the presence of others. This flaw that she herself had created.
Her eyes shifted downward, eyeing the flaw that stood half hidden between the doorway. She examined the elegant laces of blues and purples that were made to fit her form in the mirror once more, and then turned to face her sin. She walked with the elegance of a ballerina and the air of an English queen and kept the pace to that of a lady. Never looking down, and never looking up.
Fore she alone knew, that if her eyes were to even slight catch at the glimpse of the smooth marble that had been hand made especially for the room she was currently in, that she would only a second later meet her sin. And that, was truly unacceptable.