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It was a quarter to midnight. Three dark figures crowded around a small marble table in the center of a spherical room with a high domed ceiling. The orange glare of the crackling fire shadowed their features, leisurely clouding the room with dense, gray smoke.
Desarray Decklen studied her reflection in a mirror hanging above the fire place. Despite the semi- darkness, her radiance remained abundant… at least to Theodore Dexan who was admiring her from the opposite side of the table.
Dexan, as he preferred to be called, was dressed the same as Desarray – in a long black cloak— except for Desarray’s green broche which became a common accessory to those who knew her well.
Desarray caught his stare and smiled curiously, her teeth as white as snow. Dexan turned away, pretending to stare at the roaring fire.
2007-08-26
07:29:22
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