05-04-2021, 01:17 PM
open hand or closed fist would be fine
--rosemary
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Evernight has been more appreciated by Rosemary than the monotonous cycle of sunrise and sunset. Evernight, like the shadows her father spun for her as a child. Evernight, as cold and as distant as the winter that throttles her skin and tightens her throat. She loves it, such night - even when her chest aches and her legs shake and the darkness only serves to make a bitter winter more bitter.
Lovely: she is still lovely, though. The stars on her face twinkle and shine. The locks of her mane and tail flick and twine and braid like silk. Despite feeling cold and hopeless and perhaps a little in over her head, a glimmer shines in the pale aquamarine of her eyes. Yes, she is still lovely, as lovely as the night is long. The glitter of her coat hardly has the chance to catch light anymore but when it does, how she looks like the light of a secret whisper shared between lovers. A glimpse of the sun that once was, a tease - Rosemary quite likes the attention what little she can offer brings her.
When he comes to her, as shadowy as the world around them, Rose's spirits lift. Her mouth curls upward and her head tilts coquettishly to the right. A little siren's hum builds in the back of her throat and she merely stares and stares as Lumos approaches. A flash of a warning from Calypso is the only thing that gives her pause, forcing her to tuck her chin to her neck with an almost bratty huff. Her companion means well, and perhaps has a point, but Rosemary has never been one to notice red flags.
"This could all be a disguise," Rose answers, lacing in little notes of her siren's voice into the answer. The smile on her face turns into something more slick, waning with the little details so lost to this dark. "Maybe I'll tear you apart once I lure you in close." She steps closer, delicate and graceful, long lashes fluttering and shedding all of her little secrets.
"My name is Rosemary . . . friend, I think." She giggles now. "And you? Are you friend or foe?"
Lovely: she is still lovely, though. The stars on her face twinkle and shine. The locks of her mane and tail flick and twine and braid like silk. Despite feeling cold and hopeless and perhaps a little in over her head, a glimmer shines in the pale aquamarine of her eyes. Yes, she is still lovely, as lovely as the night is long. The glitter of her coat hardly has the chance to catch light anymore but when it does, how she looks like the light of a secret whisper shared between lovers. A glimpse of the sun that once was, a tease - Rosemary quite likes the attention what little she can offer brings her.
When he comes to her, as shadowy as the world around them, Rose's spirits lift. Her mouth curls upward and her head tilts coquettishly to the right. A little siren's hum builds in the back of her throat and she merely stares and stares as Lumos approaches. A flash of a warning from Calypso is the only thing that gives her pause, forcing her to tuck her chin to her neck with an almost bratty huff. Her companion means well, and perhaps has a point, but Rosemary has never been one to notice red flags.
"This could all be a disguise," Rose answers, lacing in little notes of her siren's voice into the answer. The smile on her face turns into something more slick, waning with the little details so lost to this dark. "Maybe I'll tear you apart once I lure you in close." She steps closer, delicate and graceful, long lashes fluttering and shedding all of her little secrets.
"My name is Rosemary . . . friend, I think." She giggles now. "And you? Are you friend or foe?"
@[lumos] this is weird hahahaha. also i think this is set in winter but who knows