Lady Dujour of a Two-Toned Kind


From the moment he laid eyes on her along the ironworks descent, there was something different in the moment. It's a breathtaking realization that the urban beauty could undergo a miraculous transformation. The cascade of dissenting midnight struck a polarizing glint with darkness obscura, and he took a moment, gulping in awe. A confident poise at first-sight, there's a distinct nervousness to her strut that could only be reflective of an impressionable kind. He'd never seen anything like it. The scintillating pattern of descending starlit droves coalesced the fabric in ways the nebula collapsed within a snowy dwarf. She's one-of-a-kind in every respect; the pinnacle of an amaranth's angel. Despite her strut, the inclination of a frigid stance iced the very tips of that glamorous expression; a piercing gaze that enticed the mightiest of monsters amongst the nocturne.

He's obviously no exception to the power, but for him, he always found himself lost within her icyene delight. There's no mistaking from afar, just how beautiful she'd leave him, ajar.

But beneath the theatrics, behind the masquerade of a delectable wonder lie the misfortune of days' past. The byproduct of misfit's untimely demise. The trials and tribulations were strewn throughout her wrists. Sullied splotches covered by the veneer of the Entity's gift lay waste to damaged particulates—a dangerous game she's played to ease the thunderous outcries of morality itself. A staunch mistrust; the protection of an alloy skyloft that couldn't be penetrated, perforated or inseminated by any means, left its door open on a whim. He took the forceful plunge like no other, and tussled within the corridors of agony. The excavation of many aches; the burning of a woman scorned beyond realization, and the lavish distraction of an abusive innuendo. They'd call out to each other ten times over without understanding the language.

Within their loveless cries, resonated a mutual pain. The pangs of a desperate kind, hoping to be captured. Enticed, the glorified tribulation sprouted a nurturing act that blew expectations away like a maelstrom.

And with sin, a sanctum erected. The illusion of a love unforeseen, deep within the reaches of Ormond's dull inferno.