[Introduction] The Poisonous Flower Blooms Once Again...
...the shadow remains cast!
The sudden jerk of air filled up Aramat's lungs and quickly awoke her. Hollow hazel eyes blinked sharply open.
"Where am I?", she thought to herself. She was surrounded by grass, the spring sun beaming down upon her and the slight sounds of birds chirping filled her ears. She quickly sat up and gazed at the plant she was lying next to, the poisonous yet delicate Oleanders with their white and red glory. Lady Aramat's most favorite flowers in the world.
"How ironic is this? I was meant to be buried near there, but I'm alive."
The thought then crossed Aramat's mind about just how could she sit up without hands...
"Wait a moment..."
She quickly held up her small hands to her face, they were there, whole, in one piece. She then lifted them closely to her face, small yet noticeable scars that looked like stitches were present on her hands. As if someone picked up the pieces of her hands and snitched them back together. No matter, nothing a good pair of gloves couldn't hide.
"But what about my head?" Aramat's hands then quickly felt her face, everything was still intact except for one minor flaw, a grape sized wound in the middle of her forehead that stung when she touched it.
"Where is my hat?" Her eyes shot across the area where she previously lay dead, no hat.
"Shit, shit, shit!" The Lady then her new found hand to her newly found cranium, and sat there in pure bewilderment.
Name: Aramat Drawdes
Fandom: Alabaster
Media: Book
Other relevant info: Aramat is taken right from her confrontation at the end of Les Fleurs Empoisonnées, which ended rather... badly for the Lady. She been a ghost for a while, and has now reappeared alive in the mansions garden. She is dressed in a white and crimson Victorian dress covered with her own bloodstains, with her brown hair down. (which she doesn't like at all.) She's clearly bewildered at the moment.
The sudden jerk of air filled up Aramat's lungs and quickly awoke her. Hollow hazel eyes blinked sharply open.
"Where am I?", she thought to herself. She was surrounded by grass, the spring sun beaming down upon her and the slight sounds of birds chirping filled her ears. She quickly sat up and gazed at the plant she was lying next to, the poisonous yet delicate Oleanders with their white and red glory. Lady Aramat's most favorite flowers in the world.
"How ironic is this? I was meant to be buried near there, but I'm alive."
The thought then crossed Aramat's mind about just how could she sit up without hands...
"Wait a moment..."
She quickly held up her small hands to her face, they were there, whole, in one piece. She then lifted them closely to her face, small yet noticeable scars that looked like stitches were present on her hands. As if someone picked up the pieces of her hands and snitched them back together. No matter, nothing a good pair of gloves couldn't hide.
"But what about my head?" Aramat's hands then quickly felt her face, everything was still intact except for one minor flaw, a grape sized wound in the middle of her forehead that stung when she touched it.
"Where is my hat?" Her eyes shot across the area where she previously lay dead, no hat.
"Shit, shit, shit!" The Lady then her new found hand to her newly found cranium, and sat there in pure bewilderment.
Name: Aramat Drawdes
Fandom: Alabaster
Media: Book
Other relevant info: Aramat is taken right from her confrontation at the end of Les Fleurs Empoisonnées, which ended rather... badly for the Lady. She been a ghost for a while, and has now reappeared alive in the mansions garden. She is dressed in a white and crimson Victorian dress covered with her own bloodstains, with her brown hair down. (which she doesn't like at all.) She's clearly bewildered at the moment.