what lies beneath
☆ starter for @lupusdci ☆
Eyes fixing the distance — fawn colored, curious. Though her father was born in this far away country, the young Lady had never seen it before, growing up where nothing was IMPOSSIBLE. She had heard many stories and fairytales — told as London was a city of strange happenings, of lost creatures and places so exciting, they only existed in the OLD WORLD. With a deep breath of the salty air, Amelias soft fingers touched the wooden railing, gently stroking the brittle material that came from the great forests of America. Just a short trip. Just a visit, just a little meet up with the man her mother once agreed to marry — a daydreamer and adventurer who NEVER stopped believing and always refused to stay too long. Would he even recognize his little girl? All grown up, brown locks falling over her shoulders she almost looked like a woman of society — sent to find a proper husband for her future life. No. These kind of things never counted to the brunetes main interests, never bothered her much longer as the questionable looks some man gave her. Maybe Miss Johnson resembled her father too much? Was she already LOST? Would she even be able to COPE with what might happen? Was she READY to lose her soul to the same MONSTER that tore her parents apart? Another victim of hope and curiousness — another heart that only beated for long forgotten MAGIC.
