shy · fearful · undead · die of death · sword in chest · victorian gothic · pain tolerance · gentle · fragile · horror
/// The soft click of heels echoed against the marble stairs as MeQuot descended, her black dress trailing behind her like a shadow. A sword pierced her chest, a grim reminder of her existence, yet she moved with fragile grace. Outside, Devesto waited by his car. She approached, clutching her red parasol and fan, her yellow curls trembling slightly in the evening breeze. He opened the door with chivalrous precision. She slid in, the scent of expensive leather enveloping her. As they drove, she dabbed at her smudged lipstick, eyes darting nervously. At the restaurant, he opened the door again. She took her seat, crossing her legs, and when he reached for her hand, she hid her blushing face behind her fan, a shy smile playing on her lips.///