06-22-2020, 03:56 PM
Once, long ago, Rena had been in her parent's trailer. She was maybe nine or ten and was sick. Momma had made a thick and hearty chicken stew and the smells had filled the interior with a sense of comfort. They both had work to do and Nina was out doing whatever, so Rena was there alone, bundled on the couch under a thin blanket, heavy bowl warm between her hands and on her chest, as she watched the TV.
Later, stomach pleasantly full, empty bowl now on the floor, she had been drifting in and out of sleep, images and sounds from the screen seeping into her mind.
And in her not-quite dream a goddess had appeared, skin a pale ivory, sharp high cheek bones, full blood red lips, piercing green eyes, and dark twisted horns. She was terrifying and gorgeous, dangerous and alluring. Rena was never sure if she was awake or asleep as she watched the movie, pain and betrayal, love and forgiveness shining like highlights in jet black hair. She only knew the mold had been set.
It was no accident that she dressed the way she did, contrasts of light and dark, complementary shading and color, her palette. Her skin and hair and eyes helped. In that she was lucky.
Because that was the model of beauty and power she held deep in her mind.
And now it was made flesh, standing there imperiously, small curve at her lips, eyes seeming to slide over each and every one of them as if they were owned. The power she held only served to halo her in majesty.
Yeah, Rena was a total fan girl at the moment. Maybe even had a crush, though that wasn't typical for her.
She couldn't help the smile though she tried to stifle it. "I'm Rena." It was all she could say. She felt stupid enough as it was.
Later, stomach pleasantly full, empty bowl now on the floor, she had been drifting in and out of sleep, images and sounds from the screen seeping into her mind.
And in her not-quite dream a goddess had appeared, skin a pale ivory, sharp high cheek bones, full blood red lips, piercing green eyes, and dark twisted horns. She was terrifying and gorgeous, dangerous and alluring. Rena was never sure if she was awake or asleep as she watched the movie, pain and betrayal, love and forgiveness shining like highlights in jet black hair. She only knew the mold had been set.
It was no accident that she dressed the way she did, contrasts of light and dark, complementary shading and color, her palette. Her skin and hair and eyes helped. In that she was lucky.
Because that was the model of beauty and power she held deep in her mind.
And now it was made flesh, standing there imperiously, small curve at her lips, eyes seeming to slide over each and every one of them as if they were owned. The power she held only served to halo her in majesty.
Yeah, Rena was a total fan girl at the moment. Maybe even had a crush, though that wasn't typical for her.
She couldn't help the smile though she tried to stifle it. "I'm Rena." It was all she could say. She felt stupid enough as it was.