Long finger has been poking her visibly longer sharp bicuspid for quite a while now.. her crimson lips easily drying caused her tongue to slither against them every now and then. Violet hues are fixated on a poem boom she had picked up lately.. ‘ Les Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire ‘ is written on the front page that closes as she lets the book rest on her lap. What a bore…
She had to wait till the sun went down before going out and at this point she had become impatient. She rarely sought the buzzing sound of the city but after over a decade of shutting herself in her cottage somewhere in the forest she had come back in her quintessential Parisian apartment.
Music echoes in the dim lit room with the dark curtains that keep the sun out. But she had to have it that way, otherwise she would become nothing but dust. Not that she minded it at this point. The thought had crossed her mind countless times, this evening being one of them.
She whimpered displeased as she stood up, eyeing the strawberry liqueurs and alcoholic beverages hidden behind a glass case.. remnant of her human life. Oh, how she would love to taste that sweet nectar. Her heart clenched and a crimson tear pilled up in the corner oh her eye.
No no, she had to pull herself together. Tonight was a hunt night and she was going to enjoy it. She walked nonchalantly out of the living room and down the corridor that led to her bedroom that was sprinkled with undergarments, dresses and shoes thrown in disarray… she sighed and walked inside her closet but she didn’t need a light to see as she just pulled out of the hangers a random dress and walked away.
Nothing intrigued her at this point.. no one to impress… another sigh as she takes off her champagne colored négligé in order to change into a burgundy long dress… the color made her smirk as she headed to her chiffonier to pick up a lipstick that was laying on top with the same color.
She leaned closer to the mirror that was situated in the middle of the furniture and pouted her lips so that she could apply her new mask and flashed an alluring smirk to herself. It did the trick to fix her mood and boost her confidence.
“A purse… a purse…“ she tapped her fingers against her chin as she looked around the chaos for the little black item. “Ah! There you are~“ she bent her knees gracefully to fish it out from a pile and head out of the room before she glanced above her shoulder at her little cologne bottle that was standing on the chiffonier and sneakily snatched it and hid it in her purse.
Walking down the corridor and into the entrance hall she glanced at the large windows at a spot where the curtains were not hiding and a white light was standing out in the dark sky “Bye bye Sun~” she wiggled her fingers and head towards the door, picking a pair of black high heels on her way that she slipped on swiftly before walking out of her apartment.
It had been so long since she had been to the neighborhood that wasn’t sure what kind of clubs or bars she could head to… her curiosity made her think about the bar she used to sing a few nights in the past and wonder if it was still open. Fingers brush against her long platinum hair before tucking a few strands behind her ear revealing a content grin.
Her legs almost like they were put under a spell led her to the place. And to her surprise the bar was still working, making her even more eager to see a familiar face. She took out her perfume momentarily to spray the crook of her neck and the inside of her wrists before she headed in.
Long lashes flutter with languish as her gaze danced around the place… she spotted a few changes in the decoration but the most important thing was there… the microphone stand. She smiled to herself lost in thought only for a tender warm touch to pull her out of it.
Her head tilts to the side allowing her eyes to fall on the hand that was resting around her arm and her heart skipped a bit. She would recognize this pair of fingers everywhere…