| Her gaze was once a prism, hues and shadows of tone flickering and dancing in gyrations of sensation that mirrored whatever mood or fancy took her. The Fall would strip her of all by the pale lavender of (,-uilt. She once wore her hair short, evanescent strands of mercurial silver silk forever straying in the myriad breezes that shook the tumult of the heavens with their effervescent joy. Her smile was not a rarity as it was now - quite the opposite, as her will and allure were cast with willing ease to those around her, coy yet gentle ways marre donly by the sweet sarcasm that gave her such an astoundingly unique personality, that made her such a companion to all. None ever dared think ill of her, and had any known the crime and punishment to which she would be doomed, there likely would have been more then one voice to raise in protest upon the Sinning angel's behalf. As it would be, however, the beloved seductress would lose her ready smile.. shed her final tear.. and be cast to a world that would rather see her gone. Not good, not bad.. she was a |\|aught. A mere shadow of what she was.. before she Fell. |
