"She seemed much more phantom than girl, he thought, with her all too terribly soft, terribly faded everything. Her cheeks were of roses--but, damasked ones, and though she tread with grace (the petal skirt of her dress floating about her knees), the effect was one he likened to something near sinister.
He shivered as she passed his shadow. Somewhere behind him, a baby had begun to cry.
Still...
Still, she was a pretty girl with large, dust-grey eyes fringed with long white grey eyelashes, and a little pink mouth that naturally formed a quaint, inquisitive O, and he liked those sort of things for he was a boy. It also helped that her chest was--need he say?
So, as a very boyish boy, he straightened his tie and his back, and took a breath for air was the only sort of armor he could find. And then, slowly, he found himself from the wooden park bench and walking towards her--towards the scent of poppy perfume and grave dirt. "
BASIC NOTES
- `AMPLE CHEST
`GREY EYES. THAT SHADE BETWEEN STORM CLOUDS AND GRAVE STONES
`POPPIES IN HER HAIR!! most of the poppies are concentrated in the front.
`She's shorter than average
`Poppies are an opiate... So maybe she has the ability to poison people slowly? Or provide anesthetic? IDK.
`The dress is v. soft fabric!
