BeautifulWickedness

The first thing she was aware of, was how cold she was. The second, was the hard surface her body was pressed against. The third, was an inexplicable aching she felt throughout the line of her spine. Sunny blinked her eyes open in a daze. There was a drowsiness to the world, like she was looking at everything through a fog. “Hello?” her voice croaked from lack of use as she tried to sit herself up. Her movement was sluggish, and she only had the one arm to work with. This caused her to fall more than once before finally finding enough purchase to prop her back against something. A dim, soft light illuminated the floor around her,

The moon was high as Elnora set about putting the finishing touches on her costume. It hadn’t been hard to decide what to go as. When in doubt, go with what you know as they say. She was brimming with excitement, this being the one night a year she could be herself, rather than having to wear the mask of normality. Tonight, she could be a witch. She admired herself in the mirror, her favorite pastime really, observing her costume. It wasn’t exactly a traditional sort of witch. Certainly not something her mother would have ever worn that was for sure. Her black, corseted dress barely fell below her waist, showing off her thighs wr

Their carriage bounced, rattling Pepper as she sat, disinterested across from her younger sister, and her mother who was always fussing about. “Are we close?” her sister Melody asked. Her mother smiled, putting the finishing touches on her daughter’s hair as she did so. “A few more minutes my dear.” She said. “We’d have been there faster if we could have flown.” Melody’s little voice squeaked. She cast her eyes up to the sky, which was shrouded with clouds and a dark fog. Pepper rolled her eyes, it was too cloudy to risk it, and so most would be arriving by carriage rather than broom. On

He handed her the picture, his face grim. In the ornate frame, was housed a picture of the sitting queen, with black eyes and wicked smile. By her side, stood a young girl, face half hidden by hood and hair very similar to her own. “It’s you. Isn’t it?” He asked, looking at her in the same way he had to the monsters they had narrowly escaped from. She wished she could deny it. Tell him it wasn’t so. But he deserved better than a lie. And so she nodded, unable to say the words. She slid back her hood for the first time since meeting him, revealing her own blackened eyes. He seemed to compose himself as he looked

“Not so tight.” Hissed Lunafreya as her handmaiden assisted in tying her hair into an extravagant pony tail. Her icy words caused the maiden to bow her head in apology before setting back to work. Luna set about putting the finishing touches on her ruby red lipstick, as she batted her eyelashes in the mirror, and found herself impressed with the image. Her maiden finished with her flowing dark red hair and stepped away allowing Luna to stand and admire the whole visage, twirling her dress about her as she did. She was gorgeous if she thought so herself, and she’d accept nothing less for her date tonight. But she looked at

“Absolutely Mrs. storm, I’m sure it’ll be no problem.” Said Celeste, wearing a pretty and demure smile as her employer fussed about trying to remember all of the little details as mothers do. She was already in a state as she and her husband were late, five minutes ago. The way she was running around you’d think the place had already burned to the ground and Celeste couldn’t really blame her. This wasn’t her first rodeo and these kids were…. Craftier than most to but it nicely though Celeste never would. Mrs. Storm finally finding her keys, turned back to Celeste. “alright, I need to be