a marionette descends down the precipitous stairs; something unnatural about her, yet too subtle to overdrive her innate grace. the thin — nearly transparent — dress flows & wraps around her legs. Sulpicia’s meeting her guests ————— a clan she would’ve set aflame if not for...
eh.
five fingers spin around defined muscle of his arm, Sulpicia’s tugging him away from the safety of a familiar space — where she can still smell the others, golden eyed, deer-eating... —— through the doors & into vast gardens. “ if I may be honest with you ——— may I? ” long eyelashes open a view to a pair of scarlet eyes. “ I merely wish you wouldn’t avoid us as much as you do! all’s in the past ——— no reason we can’t be friendly... wouldn’t you agree? ”
@mccrtys, one-liner sc.













