Aries Sivo
Witch
Sheep Witch
All these things that I've done, terrible things
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Post by Aries Sivo on Nov 5, 2011 23:08:21 GMT -5
Aries breathed in the late fall air. She was slouching in a very old chair, pulled up to a crumbling window. The opaque glass in the panes had long ago fallen out, leaving jagged glimpses of the trees outside. Light fell through in strange patterns, the dust motes swirling through the air. Aries followed them with a hand, disturbing them and making patterns in the afternoon sunbeam. The light haloed her hair, giving the white-blonde strands a luminescence that was not repeated anywhere else - the light made her look faded, drawing deep shadows on her thin and pinched face, under her eyes, making her look even more skeletal.
Her bony knees were drawn up to her chest, her dirty toes gripping the edge of the old loveseat. She didn't know where it came from - probably an old cell, maybe an office - nor did she care. The very idea of wondering about it at all had never occurred to her. She let her hand drop down the side of the chair, the sleeve of the straitjacket obscuring her dirty hand. Her other hand was tucked between her legs and stomach, hugging her body. It was almost peaceful. The only sound was a vague rustling from outside as the wind blew leaves off the trees.
There was a disturbance, but Aries did not look toward the sound. It did not register that she should be worried or perhaps even curious. She continued to stare out her window, unconcerned, unblinking.
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