a marionette descends down the precipitous stairs;   something unnatural about her,  yet too subtle to overdrive her innate grace.   the thin   â   nearly transparent   â   dress flows  &  wraps around her legs.   Sulpiciaâs meeting her guests    âââââ   a clan she wouldâve set aflame if not for...
five fingers spin around defined muscle of his arm,  Sulpiciaâs tugging him away from the safety of a familiar space   â   where she can still smell the others,  golden eyed,  deer-eating...   ââ   through the doors  &  into vast gardens.   â if I may be honest with you   âââ   may I? â    long eyelashes open a view to a pair of scarlet eyes.   â I merely wish you wouldnât avoid us as much as you do! allâs in the past âââ no reason we canât be friendly...   wouldnât you agree? â
@mccrtysâ, one-liner sc.