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ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-09-27 12:09 am
ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-09-27 12:09 am
Whee.
The peaceful serenity that the castle existed in had a sinister, eerie feel to it. He walked, with trepidation, up the scrubbed and polished grey cobblestone walkway up to the gleaming white castle doors. The monochromatic, utterly greyscare way the whole place looked was not very comforting. As he stood with his hand inches away from the blinding silver doorknocker when the doors flung open and he saw the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. She held one porcelain-white hand out to him and he took it without thinking. She spoke, and her voice startled him. It was a sweet, serene voice, full of the strange contentment that seemed to radiate through the air. It was musically soft, and he felt as though he could listen to her talk for eons. She welcomed him and as they walked down the polished marble floor, he examined the hand leading him. It was the softest thing he'd ever felt. At first he could have sworn she was wearing snow-white gloves, but her arms were simply just that pale. So was her face. Her black eyes, lined in intricate black decorative patterns and framed in the longest, blackest eyelashes in existance, popped out of her face because of the stark contrast. Her cheeks were a pleasantly cheery light pink, and her lips were a darker shade of the same color. Her hair was also the blackest he'd ever seen, and it flowed around her perfect, round cheeks and suited her beauty completely. It streamed over her back and out of sight. She wore a modest crown of tiny diamonds in a string around her head. They glimmered as she walked past the giant windows. Her clothes were a fine white silk, crisp and floor-length robes with almost no decoration. There was a silvery cloth belt at the middle of her waist, tied simply and hanging to the bottom of her sweeping skirt. He stared at her until his eyes watered, and then when he couldn't stand it anymore he closed them and opened them as quickly as possible so he could insure that he wouldn't miss a single moment of her luculence.
She talked to him about the castle; when it was built and who had lived there. He nodded occasionally, fully aware that he was staring rather rudely but with no way of stopping himself.
And then they came to the main room of the gigantic castle, the queen's Greeting Room.
The first woman was simply a servant, he found out later. He had thought the servant was the most beautiful being on Earth, but the queen easily put her to shame. He sank into a deep bow as he introduced himself to her. Her hair was a crisp, silvery white and her clothes were completely black. She was dressed as the servant had been, in a floor-length modest gown with a silver belt. Her hair, however, was pulled up and away from her milky white face and was done up in intricate braids and twists into the prettiest ponytail he'd ever seen. When she spoke, he watched her gloriously white teeth and red-as-fire lips move. And they moved furiously. She was explaining something he thought he really ought to listen to, but he just couldn't pay attention. He stood admiring her many jewels and the elaborate silver tiara she wore, and watched as her diamond-and-platinum encrusted hands and wrists gesticulated wildly. She smiled, and his heart almost melted.
Another servant led him away. She was a dose of reality, he noticed, as they walked. She didn't quite glide the way the first had done, and her hair wasn't completely black yet. Her cheeks were perfectly pink, but her skin was a pleasantly tan color and her eyes weren't that piercing black, they were brown. She hadn't been converted yet, but she was close. Her clothes and proportions were exactly like the queen's and first servant's. But even so, she was just as pleasing to look at as the other two, with the added bonus he could actually listen to her talk. And talk she did. But not about history, she talked about normal things. She asked him quite a few questions about the "outside world"- to him, the normal world. He asked her what her name was, and she told him that they had renamed her Sunshine- but that, as long as he kept it a secret, he could call her Jeannine. The first servant was called Serenity, and she was born here, but Jeannine was born "outside" and sent "in" to be educated at the age of 15, and it turned into a permanent stay. She didn't look a day older than 18, but she was actually 30, she told him. And the queen was pushing 70, but by the looks of them there couldn't have been a day's difference between their ages. Jeannine quickly became his closest, and only, friend.
After a few days, Jeannine began to feel- strangely, was the only word for it. Her heart leapt when she saw him, and it began to beat faster just thinking about him. He was, in her opinion, beautiful. His dark skin and brown hair were a beautiful change from the mass of black, white, and grey haired people she met every day. Their collective pallor was unnerving, even maddening, at times. But his cynical sense of humor and openness piqued her interest. She wanted desperately to see him every day and even made excuses to visit his room. It must be love, she thought, and gasped.
Love was a very, very bad thing where she lived, on Peace Island. Love, hate, passion... were the causes of death and destruction. This was the island's collective view. And as such, romantic relationships were forbidden. Love was a sickness. She shook her head and reminded herself of her teachings. Love was good if given moderately and equally. But the minute one begins to express love more to one person than to another, it became bad. Very bad. And this was bad. Very bad.
Ivyette @ 1:05 AM
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I enjoyed the descriptiveness!
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Ivyette
I have your money, now where's my daughter?
Love, luck, and lollipops
Re: I have your money, now where's my daughter?
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