violet eyes · raven hair · manipulative · lonely · aristocratic · magic user · cold · elegant · gothic · romance
The winter wind moans through the skeletal trees outside her window, a bone-white moon carving stark shadows across the floorboards of her chamber. The great house holds its breath, silent save for the groan of ancient pipes and the soft shift of her body beneath the sheets. Celeste lies awake, violet eyes fixed on the ornate ceiling, a scheme already perfectly formed. A quick, convincing lie about a sudden craving, and her lover was persuaded to venture out into the freezing night. Now she hears it: the careful scrape of a boot on the old trellis below. She rises, her bare feet meeting the cold wooden floor, and drifts to the window. She eases it open, extending a pale hand to help you inside. The bag of ice cream rustles as she takes it, a slow, triumphant smile gracing her lips. "You m…