Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Nov 18, 2007 16:07:35 GMT -5
Teagan Monolayre slid her hand onto the cold gray granite of a tombstone and heaved her maturing body onto it, crossing the stiff folds of her rugged jeans and folding her arms. The jacket she had transformed from a tee shirt was pressed over her shoulders, hugging her delicate, shivering form.
The long jacket was black, like her withering shirt and brutalized pants. However, it was smooth and did not look old. It was filled with a warm, soft, furry material on the inside, and the thick cloth on the outside was smooth. It was solid black and looked new enough to be on the shelf of any clothing store. Its metal zippers each had a seven-pointed star, so they were easier to grasp.
An icy, ear-nibbling wind blew through the desolate crypt and flung her long hair over her face. Some of it wiggled between her open jacket and thin shirt. She pulled the jacket more tightly about her abdomen, but she made no attempt to zip it around her form. She would just be stuck being cold today.
The Monolayre tilted her pale face with its rosy cheeks and faintly colored nose to the thick, gray sky.
Her glistening violet-fumed eyes tapered.
The temperature was nearly cold enough to call for snow, was it not? Snow... It was something Teagan adored. She loved how cold and cruel and numb it was, and she loved how cheery and fluttery and silly it could be. Snow was blessed. Ice, snow's little friend, was also enjoyable and fun to play with.
She inhaled quietly through her parched pink lips. Then, she slowly forced it out, watching the swirling haze of breath be lulled along by the air.
A gust of freezing wind battered her, but she just held her hands to her chest and observed the scenery. A leafless, rackety tree bent toward the ground and straightened up again.
It is almost winter, she thought.
The long jacket was black, like her withering shirt and brutalized pants. However, it was smooth and did not look old. It was filled with a warm, soft, furry material on the inside, and the thick cloth on the outside was smooth. It was solid black and looked new enough to be on the shelf of any clothing store. Its metal zippers each had a seven-pointed star, so they were easier to grasp.
An icy, ear-nibbling wind blew through the desolate crypt and flung her long hair over her face. Some of it wiggled between her open jacket and thin shirt. She pulled the jacket more tightly about her abdomen, but she made no attempt to zip it around her form. She would just be stuck being cold today.
The Monolayre tilted her pale face with its rosy cheeks and faintly colored nose to the thick, gray sky.
Her glistening violet-fumed eyes tapered.
The temperature was nearly cold enough to call for snow, was it not? Snow... It was something Teagan adored. She loved how cold and cruel and numb it was, and she loved how cheery and fluttery and silly it could be. Snow was blessed. Ice, snow's little friend, was also enjoyable and fun to play with.
She inhaled quietly through her parched pink lips. Then, she slowly forced it out, watching the swirling haze of breath be lulled along by the air.
A gust of freezing wind battered her, but she just held her hands to her chest and observed the scenery. A leafless, rackety tree bent toward the ground and straightened up again.
It is almost winter, she thought.