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Nov. 18th, 2005 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eldorne_girlShe hates mirrors. Surprising in a girl so vain of her delicate, lovely looks, but she’s frightened of the way she can’t see anything in her eyes, so maybe she’s deeper then that.
All she can see in her eyes is green, not Delia or soul or personality or…whatever. Just. Green.
Green irises to fight for, inky black pupils to drown in – the young lady shudders for a moment before continuing to apply the eye-shadow. A pause, she steps back, and looks at the creature in the mirror.
Chestnut hair washed and brushed so it is big and heavy and nearly curls; lids darkened, green eyes bright against the kohl; lips left alone but they were always naturally rosy.
High collar to hide the marks, but arms left bare by the sleeveless, black minidress that turns her pale skin to ivory. Black suede boots ride up to mid-thigh, making her legs appear longer then they, but that is the point of it all, isn’t it? Paint and illusion, a swish of cloth and the magician changes the hat into a rabbit.
A soft chime of metal, and the lady hides the burns caused by silk with a pair of wide bronze bracelets. Long earrings of the same colour with jade, and Delia breathes in.
It’s all covered.
It’s all fine.
She can face them, now. Just not him.
All she can see in her eyes is green, not Delia or soul or personality or…whatever. Just. Green.
Green irises to fight for, inky black pupils to drown in – the young lady shudders for a moment before continuing to apply the eye-shadow. A pause, she steps back, and looks at the creature in the mirror.
Chestnut hair washed and brushed so it is big and heavy and nearly curls; lids darkened, green eyes bright against the kohl; lips left alone but they were always naturally rosy.
High collar to hide the marks, but arms left bare by the sleeveless, black minidress that turns her pale skin to ivory. Black suede boots ride up to mid-thigh, making her legs appear longer then they, but that is the point of it all, isn’t it? Paint and illusion, a swish of cloth and the magician changes the hat into a rabbit.
A soft chime of metal, and the lady hides the burns caused by silk with a pair of wide bronze bracelets. Long earrings of the same colour with jade, and Delia breathes in.
It’s all covered.
It’s all fine.
She can face them, now. Just not him.
