10-30-2008, 01:15 AM
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A smile and low giggle crept up from her throat as he streaked his hair green, just as welcoming of the man-made liquid masks as she. "Don't you just hate it when that happens?" she stated more than asked, while edging closer to Ahren and adjusting the tube of lipstick. Pressed between delicate, hard-nailed fingers, she started at the center of his top lip and followed the sleek black line of his lips, only to find that the thick substance clumped unevenly to the pale, short fur of his muzzle. It was a look that simply would not do for her finest client, particularly when risking masked men and dragons. So she used her thumb to smudge the waxy makeup into the white, ridding it of clumps but she quickly found, it melted away the refined definition that the purse-lipped girls in dingy photos had. "Well. You just might be scary enough to frighten half of the company around here when I'm done with you," she said with a blunt honesty that was shed soon enough for simple glee as she brought the tube back to his lips, repeating the action until his mouth was smeared red and extended into his cheeks like a horrific cartoon clown crossed with the Red Riding Hood fable. Or possibly the Joker.
"Lovely," she crooned, capping the lipstick and adjusting the green streak in his hair to cover more ground. She eagerly grabbed the musical jewelry box, turning its mirror to Ahren.
In a tower of steel Nature forges a deal To raise wonderful hell
Poe truly was a vivid blend of both terrible and broken parents, but with a pair of rose-coloured glasses perched on the round bridge of her nose. In the day, she walked through worlds of lost hope and hot blooded lust, and at night she dreamed of murderous ghosts and love not only lost, but barely found at all. Yet she found joy in either realm, playing children's games with demons and dancing with the despaired. It was there that she often found Ahren, throwing stones at broken bones while leaving a trail of shattered glass and poetry in his wake. Anger as beauty.A smile and low giggle crept up from her throat as he streaked his hair green, just as welcoming of the man-made liquid masks as she. "Don't you just hate it when that happens?" she stated more than asked, while edging closer to Ahren and adjusting the tube of lipstick. Pressed between delicate, hard-nailed fingers, she started at the center of his top lip and followed the sleek black line of his lips, only to find that the thick substance clumped unevenly to the pale, short fur of his muzzle. It was a look that simply would not do for her finest client, particularly when risking masked men and dragons. So she used her thumb to smudge the waxy makeup into the white, ridding it of clumps but she quickly found, it melted away the refined definition that the purse-lipped girls in dingy photos had. "Well. You just might be scary enough to frighten half of the company around here when I'm done with you," she said with a blunt honesty that was shed soon enough for simple glee as she brought the tube back to his lips, repeating the action until his mouth was smeared red and extended into his cheeks like a horrific cartoon clown crossed with the Red Riding Hood fable. Or possibly the Joker.
"Lovely," she crooned, capping the lipstick and adjusting the green streak in his hair to cover more ground. She eagerly grabbed the musical jewelry box, turning its mirror to Ahren.