Post by Isabel Montgomery on Jun 5, 2006 18:46:58 GMT -5
(Outcasts to the third power... If you were wondering what the title meant.)
Isabel took the entire bookshelf up with large dusty leather volumes that could never be found in the school library. Most of the gold letters that had been printed on the spine were peeling, but she still knew which one was which. These books were full of secrets that could be useful to anyone with magic ability. Of course, these were not all of Isabel's books. She had a number of large unmarked books with page after page of chronicle style hand writing stacked in her trunk. These were her journals containing every event over the last hundred years (she's 136 years old exactly). An fascinating read for the nosy roommate.
She had yet to meet her roommates. After Hina's reaction to the news, Isabel was unsure of letting these two other people on. But, after a while it'd become obvious.
The afternoon sun slid across the large room making Isabel sit behind the couch in the sitting area. Avoiding the light was simply a habit. She saw what happened to her species when they made contact with sunlight. They sparkled like crazy. Their skin, so white and so sparkly could blind a human. But seeing as Isabel was only half, her barely colored skin simply glittered a bit. Again, she had not been around humans for nearly fifty years and had dodged behind the couch as fast as possible out of habit.
She couldn't blind anyone if she tried. Her jewelry refracted more light than she ever did in the nude. Which was not a bad idea. It felt like her roommates would never turn up, anyways.
Her fingers curved over the back edge of the sunlit couch as she pulled herself into the light. Isabel peered at her shiny hands. Like a pebble in the sun. She pulled her maroon tee shirt above her head to examine the rest of herself. Besides a slight shadow in the cleavage area and a nip of a scar along her collarbone from a few years ago, her skin was a golden glitter. She crossed the room to a claw footed full length mirror. Slipping her black knee length skirt off, she revealed some hidden curves.
Isabel sighed as she took in the shiny sight before her. How could she look at herself like this and not recall his beautiful portrayal of her on canvas. Or every teasing stroke along every inch of skin, every curve, every freckle. He was watching, no doubt. He always was.
The Freshman slid her finger beneath one shining eye and got on some clothes before someone walked in. A light weight white sweater, faded jeans and metallic red flip flops. Isabel looked around at the vast grounds from the windowsill and, for once, allowed her mind to wander to the past.
He had been such a great lover. Treated her like a queen. The lavish gifts were unneccessary, she'd say. For he was the greatest gift of all the jewels. He was wealthy like diamonds in champagne and often had mistresses. Isabel had not been a mistress, but something more.
His parents dissapproved, her father dissapproved of such a stubborn family, and Isabel and her lover were not allowed contact again or there would be a war that would follow. For the good of everyone, the two met only in dreams.
Isabel took the entire bookshelf up with large dusty leather volumes that could never be found in the school library. Most of the gold letters that had been printed on the spine were peeling, but she still knew which one was which. These books were full of secrets that could be useful to anyone with magic ability. Of course, these were not all of Isabel's books. She had a number of large unmarked books with page after page of chronicle style hand writing stacked in her trunk. These were her journals containing every event over the last hundred years (she's 136 years old exactly). An fascinating read for the nosy roommate.
She had yet to meet her roommates. After Hina's reaction to the news, Isabel was unsure of letting these two other people on. But, after a while it'd become obvious.
The afternoon sun slid across the large room making Isabel sit behind the couch in the sitting area. Avoiding the light was simply a habit. She saw what happened to her species when they made contact with sunlight. They sparkled like crazy. Their skin, so white and so sparkly could blind a human. But seeing as Isabel was only half, her barely colored skin simply glittered a bit. Again, she had not been around humans for nearly fifty years and had dodged behind the couch as fast as possible out of habit.
She couldn't blind anyone if she tried. Her jewelry refracted more light than she ever did in the nude. Which was not a bad idea. It felt like her roommates would never turn up, anyways.
Her fingers curved over the back edge of the sunlit couch as she pulled herself into the light. Isabel peered at her shiny hands. Like a pebble in the sun. She pulled her maroon tee shirt above her head to examine the rest of herself. Besides a slight shadow in the cleavage area and a nip of a scar along her collarbone from a few years ago, her skin was a golden glitter. She crossed the room to a claw footed full length mirror. Slipping her black knee length skirt off, she revealed some hidden curves.
Isabel sighed as she took in the shiny sight before her. How could she look at herself like this and not recall his beautiful portrayal of her on canvas. Or every teasing stroke along every inch of skin, every curve, every freckle. He was watching, no doubt. He always was.
The Freshman slid her finger beneath one shining eye and got on some clothes before someone walked in. A light weight white sweater, faded jeans and metallic red flip flops. Isabel looked around at the vast grounds from the windowsill and, for once, allowed her mind to wander to the past.
He had been such a great lover. Treated her like a queen. The lavish gifts were unneccessary, she'd say. For he was the greatest gift of all the jewels. He was wealthy like diamonds in champagne and often had mistresses. Isabel had not been a mistress, but something more.
His parents dissapproved, her father dissapproved of such a stubborn family, and Isabel and her lover were not allowed contact again or there would be a war that would follow. For the good of everyone, the two met only in dreams.
