Monday, May 25, 2015

The Hermit

Image Description: The front of a large building with stairs going up to it; a woman in a purple dress is bottom left, with an open window top right.

The enormous building smelled faintly of mothballs and moonlight. Arabella approached in a rustle of skirts, bare feet clinging to marble all the way up the steps. The rugs inside were only marginally warmer, misty air singing into velvet pile and drifting absently along the edges of the great hall and slipping through half open doorways. Moisture made her skirts, tumbling over themselves in violent escape, seem heavier with every step and the scent of dust rose from flat surfaces and the pitted surface of paintings. Everything that could shine did, layers of lacquer catching the light in liquid shades of red and gold. In some moments, it was only the brush of silk against velvet which reassured her that there was surface she could rely on. Her eyes were dazzled by sparkles, confused by sumptuousness; only her toes, pressed into the floor they depended on, remained secure.

Image Description: A woman in a purple dress with a worried expression looks back over her shoulder. The rest of the picture shows a long hallways with doors and pictures along the sides and a door at the end.

Carpet gave way to stone again; Arabella's toes began to ache with the chill, but there were advantages to her noiseless journey through halls built for crowd. Mists swirled in her wake, following like a train as she moved from hall to room to hall again, meeting no other living impediments. That she had been sent for, she knew. That there seemed to be no one to have sent for her seemed impossible, but increasingly likely. The lack of and audience seemed like an offense all of its own, having so long lived observed; what use was she if not to be seen? It was a question she would return to time and again in her circuit of the bare building, her feet bare over stone and velvet, reveling in the contrasting textures and growing strong with wear. In time, her voice remade the echoing hallways, her scent replaced mildew and ashes, and her self was revealed through the thousands of different choices she made unobserved. When she returned from her hermitage, few remembered her but she knew herself.

Image Description: Close up of a woman's face; she is looking down left with a wistful expression on her face.

Partially inspired by The Toast.

( More pictures here. )


Skin: Izzie's, Irene
Hair: Asset, Consuelo
Ears: .:Soul:., High Elf
Eyes: .:Soul:., RooMee
Eyelashes 1: SLink, Mesh Lashes
Eyelashes 2: Flugeln Brise, 05-A
Eyeshadow: Elymode, Coal & Purple
Lipstick: Pink Fuel, Metallic Lipsticks
Wings: Deviance, Sidhe
Jewelry: Lazuri, Noor Mystic
Hands: SLink, Hands
Nails: Bliensen + MaiTai, Porcelain
Outfit: Junbug, Valetta

Pose: !bang

Location: Angel Manor Gardens
Light Settings: Phototools, Angles Light 001

Photographed by Deoridhe Quandry
Post processing: Cropping

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