...They keep the writer in the solarium to give her a bit of sun. She creeps among the broken pots, tending to the compost heap, which consists of things the birds leave. Occasionally someone forgets to shut the door and she creeps into the shop. She will find an outfit, one or two, and escape with it, huddling over it in the snow. She wiggles into the brocade, rolls around on the embossed satin (this one with spiderwebs crawling across it like frost over the ice), snags the tulle against the glass shards and splinters. Then she stands with her arms crossed by the window, staring out into the snow. Eternal snow, even in the Autumn. And then the words inscribe themselves across the blank plains of her brain...
***Horns: Illusions Grumble Horns
***Outfit: ~silentsparrow~ Spider Queen - upstairs in the costume section
***Tattoos: ~silentsparrow~ (ash) belladonna:lepidoptera
***Skin: Nomine female vampire - heretic
***Bracelets: LouLou&Co Bracelets Nostalgia ~black~
***Necklace: U&R Dogs Partita Necklace Legato
***Hair: Deviant Kitties Lainey - Silver