Don't just let life pass you by...
Who: Lucrecia; Shiva; Closed
When: December 16th, morning
Location: Junon, a few blocks away from the ShinRa building
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ice Queen visits ice queen?
The air began to chill considerably as wild winds swept across the downtown area. Glittering, glowing lights like the jewels of Heaven's crown flickered in and out of existence until they honed in on a petite brunette out walking. Going to work? On break? Shopping? Hardly mattered...
Snow began to fall as the wind increased, sending the other pedestrians into shops and shelters. Soon, a regal, blue skinned beauty appeared, the formidable curves of her womanhood just barely covered by a nearly sheer purple wrap. Graceful white tattoos covered her bare skin like frost and whenever she moved, the tinkling of silver followed, from the bracelets and anklets crowding her limbs--even her sweeping locks were filled with rings knotted and twisted up within.
The smirk on her dark blue lips was unreadable as anything but awareness of her own power, and she surveyed the scene with a cocked head and jutted hip, lying in wait for her charge as snow piled around her bare feet. Bored, she kept one eye on the path, one on the frosted shop window next to her, on which she was writing
.
Priceless and unbreakable,
Perfected by life's infernos,
Bold, beautiful, brilliant, sharp:
As a diamond, so is a woman's heart.
When: December 16th, morning
Location: Junon, a few blocks away from the ShinRa building
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ice Queen visits ice queen?
The air began to chill considerably as wild winds swept across the downtown area. Glittering, glowing lights like the jewels of Heaven's crown flickered in and out of existence until they honed in on a petite brunette out walking. Going to work? On break? Shopping? Hardly mattered...
Snow began to fall as the wind increased, sending the other pedestrians into shops and shelters. Soon, a regal, blue skinned beauty appeared, the formidable curves of her womanhood just barely covered by a nearly sheer purple wrap. Graceful white tattoos covered her bare skin like frost and whenever she moved, the tinkling of silver followed, from the bracelets and anklets crowding her limbs--even her sweeping locks were filled with rings knotted and twisted up within.
The smirk on her dark blue lips was unreadable as anything but awareness of her own power, and she surveyed the scene with a cocked head and jutted hip, lying in wait for her charge as snow piled around her bare feet. Bored, she kept one eye on the path, one on the frosted shop window next to her, on which she was writing
.
Priceless and unbreakable,
Perfected by life's infernos,
Bold, beautiful, brilliant, sharp:
As a diamond, so is a woman's heart.