thank the gods
Oct. 29th, 2003 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phoenix_aroseI promise to post pictures of this dress - it is fantabulus - now to convince my date to wear all back and a key - *think think think*
"here." Favrielle opened the leather bound book and pointed to a glowing illustration; a slender, dark-haired womanclad in a crimson gown that flowed like flame. Her hair was ups wept in an elaborate coif of ringlets, and a sheer black vail hide her eyes."'In the fifth yeah of Elua, Naamah lay with a man condemned for murder,'" she read aloud,"'and his skin was fair and his eyes black as coal. And he was hanged by the neck until dead, but Naamah had taken his seed unto herself, and she was with child. Unto Naamah was born a daughter in the sixth year of Elua in Terre d'Ange that was, and that daughter she named Mara. And Mara bore the curse of her fathers blood, and went with her eyes veiled. In atonement for the curse she bore, and she went unto Kushiel, and in pity he granted her penance and made her his hand maiden.'"
And my date would be
"Asmodel," she said, measuring the breadth his shoulders with the span of her arm. "One of the seven courtiers of hell, who seved under Kushiel. We'll put him in a Black velvet doublet and hose, and a great bronze key on a chain about his neck. A simple horned domino, i think; black satin. A fitting attendant for Mara. Noreeis!" Raising her voice, she beckoned to a tailor. No adept he hasened to obey. "Will you see to it? Something Elegant, not this season's forsaken nonsense."
"here." Favrielle opened the leather bound book and pointed to a glowing illustration; a slender, dark-haired womanclad in a crimson gown that flowed like flame. Her hair was ups wept in an elaborate coif of ringlets, and a sheer black vail hide her eyes."'In the fifth yeah of Elua, Naamah lay with a man condemned for murder,'" she read aloud,"'and his skin was fair and his eyes black as coal. And he was hanged by the neck until dead, but Naamah had taken his seed unto herself, and she was with child. Unto Naamah was born a daughter in the sixth year of Elua in Terre d'Ange that was, and that daughter she named Mara. And Mara bore the curse of her fathers blood, and went with her eyes veiled. In atonement for the curse she bore, and she went unto Kushiel, and in pity he granted her penance and made her his hand maiden.'"
And my date would be
"Asmodel," she said, measuring the breadth his shoulders with the span of her arm. "One of the seven courtiers of hell, who seved under Kushiel. We'll put him in a Black velvet doublet and hose, and a great bronze key on a chain about his neck. A simple horned domino, i think; black satin. A fitting attendant for Mara. Noreeis!" Raising her voice, she beckoned to a tailor. No adept he hasened to obey. "Will you see to it? Something Elegant, not this season's forsaken nonsense."
