His lady was all ice; her skin was smooth, her hair elaborately coiffed, her garb in the latest mode, but there was a chill about her I could not explain. Her very touch was oddly cool, and she kept herself aloof, from all but her husband and Byron. With them she sparkled, like frozen water in the sun; her wit was sharp, her estimate of her companions often sharper and expressed in the most elegant tones but harshest of words. I loved your description of Darla. So true, so very true.
Your language was perfect, it really felt like something from that period. Great job, really.
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Date: 2010-02-13 06:15 pm (UTC)I loved your description of Darla. So true, so very true.
Your language was perfect, it really felt like something from that period. Great job, really.