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"When everything was said and done, it didn't take her long to resurface from the depths of her existence. Soon she was found sitting, her legs hanging off of the clean surface. And when the door opened, it was assumed that she would pay it no heed and stare away distantly, trapped in perpetual shock that would take months to correct, but she was found staring at the door...and the watching world wished she had indeed been in shock, because her eyes were knowingly absent, horrifyingly black, absurdly fathomless. Yet while you may have wanted to glance downward immediately, she had you in a sort of bind, a killing trance, and if you stared too long you might fear that she would jump out at you, crunch down on your bones, reveal a toxic savagery boiling in her veins. But she only ever stared, and so her features were never missed--her eyebrows, left unplucked since her unconsciousness, were heavy and wild. Her lips were plain and thin, as pale as her skin was, as if encrusted in ice, though they had been stained red by trauma to the area. Her posture was unremarkable and her hair had been sliced unevenly to clear it out of the way--you might think her stare was a glare of curses upon you for cutting the gorgeous locks she slaved over for years...or you might hope that's all she cursed you for, but the reality was likely far worse. "Before you say anything," you might snap, defending yourself, "I found you still alive in an alley and I brought you back." And this, you might hope, would spare you any maltreatment at her hands, but it would only sink the fangs of her stare in deeper, and you would stand no chance at all, then, of escape."
"When everything was said and done, it didn't take her long to resurface from the depths of her existence. Soon she was found sitting, her legs hanging off of the clean surface. And when the door opened, it was assumed that she would pay it no heed and stare away distantly, trapped in perpetual shock that would take months to correct, but she was found staring at the door...and the watching world wished she had indeed been in shock, because her eyes were knowingly absent, horrifyingly black, absurdly fathomless. Yet while you may have wanted to glance downward immediately, she had you in a sort of bind, a killing trance, and if you stared too long you might fear that she would jump out at you, crunch down on your bones, reveal a toxic savagery boiling in her veins. But she only ever stared, and so her features were never missed--her eyebrows, left unplucked since her unconsciousness, were heavy and wild. Her lips were plain and thin, as pale as her skin was, as if encrusted in ice, though they had been stained red by trauma to the area. Her posture was unremarkable and her hair had been sliced unevenly to clear it out of the way--you might think her stare was a glare of curses upon you for cutting the gorgeous locks she slaved over for years...or you might hope that's all she cursed you for, but the reality was likely far worse. "Before you say anything," you might snap, defending yourself, "I found you still alive in an alley and I brought you back." And this, you might hope, would spare you any maltreatment at her hands, but it would only sink the fangs of her stare in deeper, and you would stand no chance at all, then, of escape."
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So, she is terrifying. Both in description and on paper.(digital? expressions are hard on the internet....)