daemonizing:

[ offers initial glass slipper to your right foot ] " i do believe these will suit you well , tia --- "

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@daemonizing

—- Afternoon sun beamed through transparent mirrors of balcony doors - it blessed the landscape during the day with kindness, underlining fresh air’s murmurs. Midst warmed room stood a black chair, crested by ornamental themes; and supported this dame’s weight effortlessly. They designed their Lucian fashion always rather sombre, so harsh contrast to the otherworldly fading nuances of her being. Yet found she rather comfort within this scenery, enough to read pages filled with poetry. Thighs lifted, knees angled crossing one another and toes twitched. Someone would call a position like such ‘provoking’. Perhaps that was her intention: to rile the next whose planned to enter this chamber and interrupted her time alone. And exactly could this goddess tell WHOM might become the riled.

       And her hypothesis transformed into a fact. The mischievously smiling Healer opened the door - his hands hid indefinite objects, yet they were gleaming like diamonds betwixt gabs of fingers. Oh, had he brought a present? – – surely one related to a discussion they recently held, about her preference to walk with bare feet. Already had she accepted the etiquette of wearing less light clothing, and more of the covering kind - but never had shoes passed the joints of her toes - ever. A change of habit would he request, at least within this cathedral, but you could not tame this goddess like you could not capture the entire ocean in one bottle.

      Silver line of a brow had arisen whilst he drew one stool close to hers, to have a seat nearby. She felt male fingertips on her right foot, as he offered a piece of heeled glass. Unlike any other. They were not ordinary - with all those that her irises could spot in the past, have they never seen shoes made with crystalline structure.

      “I do believe these will suit you well, Tia — “ he said, and she flinched with caution.
       There it was again. Tia. One believed this name to be routine by now.
       Which’s been the surreal truth. 

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       Shoulders had come to roll lightly upwards in the moment this book was put down. Grey hues examined one of the glassed pair, glance wandered along light reflections which broke its spectrum within their scales. Quite interesting did they appear, she had to admit. Eventually one time to try could be granted at least. Slowly occurred the motion of pale colors ( the contrast of both tones… notice how dwindling she looked in his hands ) entered the opening gingerly – after all, this thing was to shatter with almost ridiculous easiness. Surprisingly, matched it perfectly, as if they were made just for her… but they weren’t, right?

       One way finished, another to go, but not with her permission. She’d never agreed in wearing the other. - REBELLIOUS, was she not? Just how you’d like it. Opposing leg lifted in a pace that was neither slow nor rushed, and stretched then out towards him, ankles connected with the Savior’s cheek.  

       “This foot will not touch any glass – but thy face.”

  

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Ardyn Izunia
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