M A G D A L E N A // A R D E N // P R I O R
She was still drowning. A deep pain within her chest burst into flames as she suffered her usual coughing fit while smoking. The slim white rolled paper clung into two of her fingers, while she rested one of her arms on the railing of the balcony and another arm resting in her chest as her coughing subsided. She had already went into the kitchen, robbed a small apple, erased some of the cooks’ minds there so they would know nothing of her little visit, and went outside to a large balcony overlooking the water below to have a bit of a coughing fit due to her cigarette.
It had become a very bad habit of hers, and she hadn’t stopped, even when she discovered that she was having a bit of a lung problem. It helped her numb her problems and calm her nerves. The taste of bile in her mouth just increased the need to take another swig of the cigarette. She took a long drag inhaling all she could, and then exhaled the thick smoke through her mouth.
Her dress ruffled slightly with the wind, exposing her long legs and her jagged scar at the middle of her tight. It was a cruel reminder of what her power had done to her once. She was at a bar, and stole a champagne bottle. Sadly, her powers only lasted a couple of seconds to buy her time to escape and the furious and drunken owner took out a knife from his pocket and slashed her tight. It was a creamy color and still very recent. She ran a hand through her locks while pondering on the usual stuff that mortified her.
It had become a very bad habit of hers, and she hadn’t stopped, even when she discovered that she was having a bit of a lung problem. It helped her numb her problems and calm her nerves. The taste of bile in her mouth just increased the need to take another swig of the cigarette. She took a long drag inhaling all she could, and then exhaled the thick smoke through her mouth.
Her dress ruffled slightly with the wind, exposing her long legs and her jagged scar at the middle of her tight. It was a cruel reminder of what her power had done to her once. She was at a bar, and stole a champagne bottle. Sadly, her powers only lasted a couple of seconds to buy her time to escape and the furious and drunken owner took out a knife from his pocket and slashed her tight. It was a creamy color and still very recent. She ran a hand through her locks while pondering on the usual stuff that mortified her.