elizabeth watches on in silent adoration, for it’s been far too long since she’s been lucky enough to be in the presence of another woman in this way. she smiles, but the expression lasts for only a few seconds before sally is speaking. the countess doesn’t like what she says. lips will thin, emerald gaze hardening into the gem they resemble. ❛ so what if that is ONE reason? you’re a beautiful woman, sally. you should be allowed and encouraged to show that much. ❜ but a comment to the latter part of the junkie’s words doesn’t come right away; elizabeth must think it over first. ❛ and just because you know about my kind does not mean you know ME. remember that, darling. ❜ she stands from her seat now, crossing the room in her kimono, nothing but panties on beneath the fabric. ❛ now what would convince you to keep that on for at least the next few hours? a drink? me? drugs? ❜ elizabeth pauses, a newly poured drink in hand as she gazes upon the other woman. ❛ all of the above? ❜
Elizabeth’s kind… their kind, she was one of them now. Sally’s gaze fell down to the floor, intimidated by the ethereal creature addressing her as if they were equals; and when she looked back up at her reflection in the mirror, the reborn addict saw herself through changed eyes. All those track marks, gone though not forever… a new start. Bones had been healed, the unnatural angle of her back as it hit and cracked against the cold pavement turned into a delicate curve, like a smooth path leading down to her ass. Alive and in one piece —— pampered like a glass princess instead of stepped on like junk. Elizabeth was right, the black dress did suit her. A drink was being offered and Sally caught herself just in time to take in the last of her words, to which her lips responded by twisting up into a childish smile that mixed well with the Countess’ peaceful look, carved into her porcelain skin. A dangerous woman with a dangerous kind of beauty, that’s exactly what the platinum immortal was. “You… then dope, and then a drink. Can’t have it all at the same time, can I? Wouldn’t know what to do with myself — no one’s ever offered me this much.” Pathetic, but no less true. She watched her through the mirror, tearful eyes feasting in the wonderful view.