Post by antehya on Mar 10, 2008 10:20:53 GMT
Antehya stepped lightly out of the dormitory, closing the door behind her. Her pale and painfully thin figure showed terribly in the black dress picked out in red that she was wearing [she'd had to take in parts of it with the shcool sewing machine to make it stay up ]but there was no way she wasn't going to wear it - it was a present from her mother and she'd made a promise.
"For your first dance, when you go to one, alright?" she had said, and Tehya-then-Lily had laughed and promised she'd wear it.
The dress was perfect, she had decided. Even without the rpomise and meaning behind it she probably would have chosen to wear it, even though it seemed much more revealing than anything else she would wear. The truth was, of course, that she looked really quite stunning and appropriate, although she never would know it.
The black smooth silk-like fabric fell from just under her bust to her knees. Red ribbon was sewn in two straight lines around the hem and a scarlet sash was around underneath her bust, from where the loose fabric fell. The top half of the dress was simple enough with black spaghetti straps coming down to two triangular pieces crossed over one another with red ribbon accentuating them too.
A single thin red ribbon twined itself around her left wrist, standing out like blood against her snow white skin.
Her hair, completely straight, fell down her back like a midnight waterfall, red and black ribbons entwined through it and a small silver butterfly pulling some of the strands back behind her head. The usual few rebellious strands hung on either side of her face as the usual framework.
Glancing in the window's reflection she saw herself as the world did for a brief second. Pale as pale, almost like the moon with deep green eyes tonight accented with black mascara and deep blue with silver eyeshadow faintly across her lids. Limbs painfully thin, looking as if she could break at a single touch. A small smile played around her lips for a moment then a small sigh escaped her mouth as the scars on her wrists caught in the glow from a light above her in the hallway.
"Nothing is perfect," the Voice murmered in her ear and yet inside her head, ever-spiteful.
"I know," she answered to it coldly and left it at that, not wanting to spoil the night as she came face to face with the door that led to the Opening Ball.
"For your first dance, when you go to one, alright?" she had said, and Tehya-then-Lily had laughed and promised she'd wear it.
The dress was perfect, she had decided. Even without the rpomise and meaning behind it she probably would have chosen to wear it, even though it seemed much more revealing than anything else she would wear. The truth was, of course, that she looked really quite stunning and appropriate, although she never would know it.
The black smooth silk-like fabric fell from just under her bust to her knees. Red ribbon was sewn in two straight lines around the hem and a scarlet sash was around underneath her bust, from where the loose fabric fell. The top half of the dress was simple enough with black spaghetti straps coming down to two triangular pieces crossed over one another with red ribbon accentuating them too.
A single thin red ribbon twined itself around her left wrist, standing out like blood against her snow white skin.
Her hair, completely straight, fell down her back like a midnight waterfall, red and black ribbons entwined through it and a small silver butterfly pulling some of the strands back behind her head. The usual few rebellious strands hung on either side of her face as the usual framework.
Glancing in the window's reflection she saw herself as the world did for a brief second. Pale as pale, almost like the moon with deep green eyes tonight accented with black mascara and deep blue with silver eyeshadow faintly across her lids. Limbs painfully thin, looking as if she could break at a single touch. A small smile played around her lips for a moment then a small sigh escaped her mouth as the scars on her wrists caught in the glow from a light above her in the hallway.
"Nothing is perfect," the Voice murmered in her ear and yet inside her head, ever-spiteful.
"I know," she answered to it coldly and left it at that, not wanting to spoil the night as she came face to face with the door that led to the Opening Ball.