And It's So White as Snow [Closed]
Who: boundbytreason, of_frell, and blondandperfect
When: November 4; early evening
Where: Seventh floor of the Tower Apartments, Room 705
Summary: With the spike in prices, Caster decided to invite the girls that were lost in her maze - that is, Ella and her stepsister - for dinner.
Warnings: Will be updated when necessary! ♥
The arrangement of a meal was a familiar feeling. Caster remembered how she had first used her hands for the kitchen, with slender fingers clearly unsuited for menial, household chores.
Yet, it was no different in how she forced those hands into bloodshed and carved lines of ebony into the curve of a palm that once knew nothing of darkness.
She even wore a similar wardrobe choice, with a form-fitting, white turtleneck and a long, purple skirt tailored out of silk.
Even though white wasn’t fitting for a woman labeled with tainted name of a witch.
Bare feet gingerly made their way across the carpet with a fairly heavier weight from the clear, glass bowl that she grasped with both palms. With a soft clink, she set the salad on the center of a table smoothly covered by a beige covering spread, which matched the color of the floor.
With that, she finished with setting the table in preparation for her guests, one of whom merited that beautiful color of ivory and snow.
When: November 4; early evening
Where: Seventh floor of the Tower Apartments, Room 705
Summary: With the spike in prices, Caster decided to invite the girls that were lost in her maze - that is, Ella and her stepsister - for dinner.
Warnings: Will be updated when necessary! ♥
The arrangement of a meal was a familiar feeling. Caster remembered how she had first used her hands for the kitchen, with slender fingers clearly unsuited for menial, household chores.
Yet, it was no different in how she forced those hands into bloodshed and carved lines of ebony into the curve of a palm that once knew nothing of darkness.
She even wore a similar wardrobe choice, with a form-fitting, white turtleneck and a long, purple skirt tailored out of silk.
Even though white wasn’t fitting for a woman labeled with tainted name of a witch.
Bare feet gingerly made their way across the carpet with a fairly heavier weight from the clear, glass bowl that she grasped with both palms. With a soft clink, she set the salad on the center of a table smoothly covered by a beige covering spread, which matched the color of the floor.
With that, she finished with setting the table in preparation for her guests, one of whom merited that beautiful color of ivory and snow.