 fleur de l'est 2008-12-06 . chapter 1You like making pretty things die don't you?
I loved the image created, especially "lips red as blood, skin white as snow" - I know these are the actual, original words but in context they seem to remind me of death.
I'm not absolutely sure, but it seems to be about the surface and the reality, apparently everything's all right but they're all fall apart inside?
~fleur |