Trickster-Lead posted:Thanks to whoever nominated me, I'm flattered. And as always, thanks for reading and responding!
Trickster-Lead posted: The countess was shorter than Jaina, even without her heels, and weighted at least four times what the Goddess did. Her hair was slightly below shoulder length, and styled sleekly. However it was the color, not the nature of her hair that made the woman so, well, unique seemed to kind a word. The woman had evidently been unable to choose a color for her hair, so she had simply combined them all. Her makeup portrayed to same sense of indecisiveness. She wore navy blue mascara, purple and pale green eyeshadow (copiously applied) and bright pink lipstick. Her dress was also multicolored, slightly too tight and covered in various forms of glitz and glitter. All in all, she looked like a woman who had never excepted the fact she had grown old and was desperately trying to hold on to her youth.
Trickster-Lead posted: "Ah, but alas. You are your father in everything but your looks, my dear,” returned Pellion with a wink. “And you Fel,” he added to Jag. “Are your father’s double. Im surprised to see the two of you get along so well.” “Get along?” asked Jaina in mock astonishment. “I can’t stand him!” Pellaeon smiled. “Yes, well, neither can your mother and father, Jaina.”
Trickster-Lead posted: But he didn’t finish, because at that moment, she stepped forward and, linking her arms around his neck, kissed him, hard. And he kissed her back, even harder. His arms tightened around her, his hands finding the bare skin of her back and-
Trickster-Lead posted: “She’s dead.” said Jaina’s aunt emotionlessly.
