If I could make my dreams reality…I would.
Just because, though I’m an earth sign of the zodiac, doesn’t mean my mind and heart cannot exist in the clouds everyone and a while. I call them goals –goals I plan, and expect, to reach.
Just because, though I’m an earth sign of the zodiac, doesn’t mean my mind and heart cannot exist in the clouds everyone and a while. I call them goals –goals I plan, and expect, to reach.
Two bright sapphire optics flickered open and stared at the ceiling above them. There was a warm glow around the girl they belong to, a persistent everlasting glow. Most people assumed that it was their imagination, or that the aura originated from her attractiveness and not her personality. A popular Class G starlet, Senna, has taken the role of the Virgo of the Zodiac. She had been offered a very important job…but the reason was not just her skill, but her beauty.
Her lean body and its smooth lines are elegant in their form; slim and agile limbs, a delicate neck that looks like it will break under even the simplest touch. Every movement made by the angelic frame is feather-light and most graceful. Her step barely makes an imprint against the ground it brushes. However, the sight of her body certainly leaves a fossilized, carefully preserved image in anyone’s memory. Her ethereal beauty captures an eternal youth in the swollen curve of her breast, full and proportional to her frame, to the long agile legs of which no dancer can dream. A figure that screams femininity is lined with tapered torso gently curving in for her waist before blossoming into hips fashioned to her perfectly. Reaching only several inches past five feet, the slender female blends into the crowd with ease. A
Pressed against her body is an angel woven cloth, soft as silk-spun cloth, complimenting the captivating power of her lean body. Her skin, clear as a full moon on a cloudless day, is brushed against the butterfly wings of ocean hues called her hair. The delicate and smooth lines no her heart shaped face still manage to capture view of the moon that shines so brightly it could blind the world with its charm and brilliance. When the morning light caresses her cheeks, the shades brightens, a blessing descending onto earth. When the lines of well-shaped kissable lips are curled upward into a smile, as if a waning moon was flipped over by a mischievous fairy, hearts are captured so quickly, yet naturally that cupid hasn’t even lost an arrow. The divine bend of the sweet mouth has stolen its beauty from none other than Aphrodite; but even the goddess of beauty has not begun to compare.
Barred and locked behind an ebony lace of lashes, Senna’s eyes are a story of her life written in a heart breaking, blood curdling silver. The surprising honesty present in her gaze makes it possible to see her emotions like an open door. Eye contact with such beauty is disturbing, to know that someone who went through so much pain has such true happiness. Bold and overpowering, she is said to have the ability to make one doubt their motives. Her gaze floats as a feeling of pure bliss and contentment surrounds her, eternally. There is something about that determined and passionate fire behind her eyes that captures ones heart. Perhaps this is the reason why men crumble at her feet. Her friendly glance that is so untouchable and unobtainable. A look filled with love and at the same time shows a world a pain. Overwhelming emotions clouds her eyes, without making her path any less clear. The majestic gaze of euphoria is immeasurably beautiful and captures what is hidden behind them: a heavenly, yet cursed soul.
Spun from heavenly silk by angels for only the purest of being to wear, the glorious fabric became the color of the sunset and fell down, rippling slightly over her delicate head. Senna’s tresses, blessed by the beauty of an innocent virgin, is a river of skyline that flows so lightly against her shoulders and end, finally, against the small of her back. Long and playfully inviting affection, the upper layer closest to her face wraps along her soft cheeks. Yet, even as the bangs brush elegantly back and forth, her warming face is never covered. It is only natural that someone like Senna never bothers to tie her hair up into a fancy bun. The feathery tresses are left just as they are (though half of it is pulled up) and it doesn’t make the angelic child any less beautiful. Perhaps it is the lack of work she places into her features that makes her so attractive.
No wonder she easily enchanted the nobles and royals to give her a much sought after job.
