Angelique Rien
Jul 2nd, 2002, 01:42:49 PM
(ooc) Gitane here. :D With yet another character! Yay! ...;_; Someone please posty? I like this char... And I wanna use her again!
The large boulder that Angelique was perched on stood above a deep, over-grown valley. Her wings gave a small flap in the breeze before curling up to her shoulders. Cradled in her arms, Angelique held a dirtied porcelain doll; it's painted face cracked and chipped, and its dress of lace and fluff hidden under the dark black veils of Angelique's sleeves. She hugged the doll closer and bowed her head to look through the brightly colord valley, dark locks draping over her eyes.
"That's what Heaven looks like, Miss Margarette, all flowers and sweet smells..." Angelique cooed to the doll. "But it feels like Hell with its thorns and stinging bees." A wet red was undertoned in her wings, where bits of feathers were missing, and her skin was scratched and torn where thorns had claimed strips of her dress as their own. Angelique gave a small smile and pulled a piece of dirt from the doll's hair, adding rather bluntly, "You're lucky I saved you."
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That night, Angelique was haunted by the same dreams she always faced; screams of exile and accusing faces, and a light she could never quite reach. She awoke with a start, her skin coated in a cold sweat, her breaths short and rasped, panting, and her legs tangled among covers.. She hugged the doll to her bare chest and blinked hard. She was perched upon a low branch of a tree; above her, stars and moons cast an alluring glow upon the night. Below her, thorned vines twist with menacing shadows, snakes hissed and crickets chirped, creating an enchanting song together.
"Stay here, Miss Margarette," Angelique whispered before she slipped her dress over her head and climbed from the tree. Her feet felt cold upon the dew-coated grass, and the normally loose, silky cloth of her dress clung to her skin in the warm humidity. Angelique's mood quickly lightened, and soon she was dancing gently, a hum mixing into the night's own music.
"...and she can reach across the ocean deep, and break my heart in-" Her voice cut off sharply as Angeliqe became rigid, a twig having snapped behind her. "Who's there...?"
The large boulder that Angelique was perched on stood above a deep, over-grown valley. Her wings gave a small flap in the breeze before curling up to her shoulders. Cradled in her arms, Angelique held a dirtied porcelain doll; it's painted face cracked and chipped, and its dress of lace and fluff hidden under the dark black veils of Angelique's sleeves. She hugged the doll closer and bowed her head to look through the brightly colord valley, dark locks draping over her eyes.
"That's what Heaven looks like, Miss Margarette, all flowers and sweet smells..." Angelique cooed to the doll. "But it feels like Hell with its thorns and stinging bees." A wet red was undertoned in her wings, where bits of feathers were missing, and her skin was scratched and torn where thorns had claimed strips of her dress as their own. Angelique gave a small smile and pulled a piece of dirt from the doll's hair, adding rather bluntly, "You're lucky I saved you."
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That night, Angelique was haunted by the same dreams she always faced; screams of exile and accusing faces, and a light she could never quite reach. She awoke with a start, her skin coated in a cold sweat, her breaths short and rasped, panting, and her legs tangled among covers.. She hugged the doll to her bare chest and blinked hard. She was perched upon a low branch of a tree; above her, stars and moons cast an alluring glow upon the night. Below her, thorned vines twist with menacing shadows, snakes hissed and crickets chirped, creating an enchanting song together.
"Stay here, Miss Margarette," Angelique whispered before she slipped her dress over her head and climbed from the tree. Her feet felt cold upon the dew-coated grass, and the normally loose, silky cloth of her dress clung to her skin in the warm humidity. Angelique's mood quickly lightened, and soon she was dancing gently, a hum mixing into the night's own music.
"...and she can reach across the ocean deep, and break my heart in-" Her voice cut off sharply as Angeliqe became rigid, a twig having snapped behind her. "Who's there...?"