• Abigale • Flame •
Look into your gilded mirror • Turn your back to me • I care not for your pointless fear • Or for your vanity
Brush your hair and gloss your lips • Perfection, Lady Fair • Don't let desire escape your grip • Or fall into despair
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Well, at this point, Abigale didn’t know what to do. She was completely lost amidst these walls, trapped and uncertain of which direction to head in. She closed her orange eyes and twirled around, counting to ten silently. She opened her eyes slowly, the whole world beginning to spin around her. Abigale tried to steady herself by gripping the cold, earth walls of the castle. She looked in the direction she had stopped in and nodded her head. That would be the way she would go. A childish method, but it worked in a situation where if you had no idea where you were going, just like this one. It beat standing around, waiting for the maid servants that would not show.
Abigale paced herself, her bare feet slapping the cold ground as she walked. It was quiet refreshing to walk in silence, without the consent nagging that usually followed her. Her amber eyes flickered about, taking in what she was seeing, trying to make a mental map of where she was going. It didn’t hurt to be careful because for all she knew, she was probably heading right back to her room.
The tall teen sighed with relief, seeing as she had not ended back at her lonesome room. Instead, she was standing in front of the large doors that lead into the dining hall. Timidly, Abigale pushed the doors open a crack and peaked in, seeing if anybody was about. There was nobody in their except for a couple of servants that were clearing the table of multiple items that the girl could not recognize. She opened the door further and stepped into the room, smelling the delicious aroma of the food that had been in there. A servant noticed the red head princess enter the room and flinched at the sight of her. His hand instinctively went up to his hair, making sure it hadn’t been set on fire.
Abigale sighed, seeing the serving boy’s reaction to her, almost giving him a glare. It was her silent threat that she would actually do it if he didn’t come over to talk to her. “Boy, come here.” She demanded, trying to put as much authority into her voice as possible, even the serving boy looked much older than her. The servant rushed over, almost knocking over a bowl of fruit on his way over. He shook, fearing her weird Elemental powers. “Ye-es milady?” He dipped his head in respect, flinching as Abigale ran her catty eyes over him.
“I’m hungrey. Do the kitchens steal breathe food or must I starve until lunch?”
The servant didn’t know how to answer and only squeaked when Abigale raised a hand to fix a loose strand of hair on her face, thinking she would hit him. Abigale saw how much the servant feared her and she dismissed him, growling with a bit of disgust, waving him away. The boy scurried away, grateful that he didn’t have been anywhere near the Elemental again. Abigale had a pained expression on her face for a half a second before it disappeared completely. She knew how the servants here thought of her. She was rather glad she got a scared one instead of one that would have nothing to do with her at all. Abigale scooped up an apple from the fruit bowl the servant had almost knocked over earlier, taking a big bite out of the flesh. The apple would have to suffice; no other servant would approach her and find out if she would just be dining on apple for breakfast.
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Black silk, hide her hand from view • Never to be seen • Her love, you shalln't dare pursue • The titleless vain queen
She who's • gorgeous made her plans • And then started to see • She held the mirror with empty hands • Beautiful, not free
Out of Condoms++== New character sent. Yay. If anybody is intrested, I have another character up for use. He is all made out and stuff, but I didn't want to rp as him just I wouldn't get stuck talking to myself.