A bit tired of crackplots
Drawlight has been crackplotted again. After her first embarassing encounter with Childermass, she hid herself in her room for a long time, bemoaning the loss of so many clothes. After a while, and a trip to the plothole, she has finally dressed herself in an early 1800s gown of impeccable cut and color. Her hair is done in a fashionable style and all of her acessories, from shoes to necklace, match perfectly. She is determined to wait it out until returned to her previous state, but that is no reason to not be fashionable.
She sits on a couch in an unused sitting room, still trying to lounge in a manner far more fitting for a man. She is quite pretty, one might even say beautiful, with curly dark hair, large and thickly lashed eyes, and a lovely slim figure. She swings a slippered foot idly and heaves a sigh, staring at the ceiling. The only thing off in this picture is the look of extreme boredom and anger stamped on her delicate face. She may try and hurt anyone who speaks to her.
Oh so totally open.
She sits on a couch in an unused sitting room, still trying to lounge in a manner far more fitting for a man. She is quite pretty, one might even say beautiful, with curly dark hair, large and thickly lashed eyes, and a lovely slim figure. She swings a slippered foot idly and heaves a sigh, staring at the ceiling. The only thing off in this picture is the look of extreme boredom and anger stamped on her delicate face. She may try and hurt anyone who speaks to her.
Oh so totally open.