( like a friday fashion show teenager, trying to look like you don't try )
[ the face onscreen is young and pale and framed in fire-red. sophie-anne's lips spread in gleeful smile (lined, also, in red). ]
What things hold you back from doing the things that you really want to do?
( so enlist every ounce of your bright blood, and off with their heads. )
[ as lovely as the cold night here in the gardens is, sophie-anne is not watching the stars or the night-blooming flowers. she stands at the edge of a small pond, with her head down and her dress hoisted up. she raises one red stiletto and brings it down against the ice with too much force. when she lifts it again, her foot is dripping in ice water. she pouts and she laments: ]
sophie-anne leclerq | true blood