From behind a tall hedge, pale eyes gaze unblinking, with a silence only from breath that's been held fast. For while she wants nothing more than to reach out and run her fingertips along the fringes of those tiny wings, Vanessa is afraid that any movement may startle and shatter the delicate looking thing.
An angel.
The girl moves and breathes as prey do, and Vanessa is a predator to the bones, drawn naturally to something that appears so...pure. But this is no hunt. For what she can see, this girl looks around in such a wonder that it reminds Vanessa of someone else. Naturally, a protective urge draws her closer with silent, calculated steps; to better see if the child feels brave enough to touch the grass.
Such hesitation. For Vanessa, her ruin is her own impatience. ]
It isn't poisonous.
[ The raspy voice that drifts from behind the girl is accompanied by the lurking form of a woman in a fine, dark dress, with black hair tied back away from an expression that may pass to anyone else as neutral, almost distantly friendly. By contrast, Vanessa's gaze carries a hidden intensity, as if the anticipation of what comes next drives her even more than this sweet creature who treats even grass with such care. ]
{ and i don't wanna cry no more
From behind a tall hedge, pale eyes gaze unblinking, with a silence only from breath that's been held fast. For while she wants nothing more than to reach out and run her fingertips along the fringes of those tiny wings, Vanessa is afraid that any movement may startle and shatter the delicate looking thing.
An angel.
The girl moves and breathes as prey do, and Vanessa is a predator to the bones, drawn naturally to something that appears so...pure. But this is no hunt. For what she can see, this girl looks around in such a wonder that it reminds Vanessa of someone else. Naturally, a protective urge draws her closer with silent, calculated steps; to better see if the child feels brave enough to touch the grass.
Such hesitation. For Vanessa, her ruin is her own impatience. ]
It isn't poisonous.
[ The raspy voice that drifts from behind the girl is accompanied by the lurking form of a woman in a fine, dark dress, with black hair tied back away from an expression that may pass to anyone else as neutral, almost distantly friendly. By contrast, Vanessa's gaze carries a hidden intensity, as if the anticipation of what comes next drives her even more than this sweet creature who treats even grass with such care. ]