JULY 9, 2014.
Post by AUDRIELLE AMARANTHINE on Mar 19, 2014 22:46:24 GMT -5
An unknown feminine figure clad in roguish leather dominated the daytime corridors of the Vatican with purposeful, elegant strides that were almost too ostentatious to ignore. She rode the breeze of her walk with a professional tension, and not a slobbering simpleton she breezed past had the audacity to approach her without donning an extra layer of clothing to endure the coldness that bathed her blank visage. Not a neck that turned to witness the dark-skinned beauty knew her, but every dilated eye didn’t have the will to pretend they didn’t want to.
She stopped almost meagerly at a large door, introducing a pleasant curl to her lips with a deep inhale. Her hopeful light-green orbs trailed down the door, and with a soft yank she allowed her exotic, dark brown hair to flow into a stream, pattering her curvy form through the large doorway—and inviting he future into her grasp.
The rough scent of oil, gears, and pure brilliance slithered into her nostrils the heartbeat she walked into the workshop, but her eyes could only dance about the place to find the pioneer herself, Samantha Black, the young woman who could bridge the path to peace for the Vatican. She scooted and scrunched through the busy lanes of the engineering, and slowed her erratic rapping as she came to stop behind the redhead of the hour. She couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow at the girl, and the inventive grin that curled her glossed lips was just another detail beyond her control. The mysterious woman leaned on the left hand that plopped on her hip, the other resting at her side, “You’re definitely the Samantha Black I’m looking for.” She giggled, her expression a blend between flirtatiousness and whimsical relief.
She stopped almost meagerly at a large door, introducing a pleasant curl to her lips with a deep inhale. Her hopeful light-green orbs trailed down the door, and with a soft yank she allowed her exotic, dark brown hair to flow into a stream, pattering her curvy form through the large doorway—and inviting he future into her grasp.
The rough scent of oil, gears, and pure brilliance slithered into her nostrils the heartbeat she walked into the workshop, but her eyes could only dance about the place to find the pioneer herself, Samantha Black, the young woman who could bridge the path to peace for the Vatican. She scooted and scrunched through the busy lanes of the engineering, and slowed her erratic rapping as she came to stop behind the redhead of the hour. She couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow at the girl, and the inventive grin that curled her glossed lips was just another detail beyond her control. The mysterious woman leaned on the left hand that plopped on her hip, the other resting at her side, “You’re definitely the Samantha Black I’m looking for.” She giggled, her expression a blend between flirtatiousness and whimsical relief.
LAIKA OF GS!
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