Oct 10, 2011 20:12
[ While this face may be new to most, she is most certainly not a newcomer. For she has been here for quite a few weeks now―picking apart thing she has seen on the vine, going to the newly created museum, entertaining herself with the notion of this new reality she is faced in. The vine, to her, has no meaning, but to occupy her of her boredom.
That is, until today. It seems she's quite aquatinted with the vine, having no trouble with it at all; she seems comfortable in her surroundings, as if she has always been a part of it. The flora behind her seems to blend perfectly with her appearance―her shoulders straight, hair curled, elongated fingers laced in front of her, a seemingly royal look as if she were a queen herself―her expression unreadable.
Her tone, while seemingly nurturing, holds a lingering of bitter resentment. The maliciousness quietly weaving itself through the simple statement, hidden by ambiguity, but for the one person who knows that it is meant toward her, a clear statement. ]
I know you're here
[ And with that, nothing more is said, for she knows what responses she will receive, and those she will enjoy the most. ]
fukiko ichinomiya