I haven't written anything in a very long time. So, why not?
Annabelle Van Lew aka Annabelle Whateley
Annabelle walks with steps so light she makes nearly no impression in the dusty ground of the deserted street.
Slowly, finger by finger she tugs off each velvet glove and drops it carelessly behind her. All the while her gaze never leaves the dark man opposite of her. A playful smile graces her lips. Her eyes are like tiny mirrors.
Three more light steps and her hand glides up to the pin holding her shawl, with a simple twist and a shrug of her shoulders it slides down her back. A pull of the bonnet string, a tilt of the head a