The Thane Of Cawdor By Stefan Reread

While she regarded him so thoroughly he barely looked at her, except to make eye contact and give her a complete grimace so she would truly understand his mood. In the coming months he will wish he had taken more notice of her, had created more of a mental image with which he could remember her. Her mousy face, and dull brown hair. He honestly couldn't recall what color her eyes were. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, how could he have known this would be the last time he would see her?

For once, she wandered toward him with no children in tow. Today, she wore no linen coif, and her elbow-length, blond hair hung down loose. Percival had not realized how thick and glossy it was. And instead of wearing her typical nanny uniform of a stiff beige tunic dress, she wore a pale blue dress, more fitted at the top, and cinched at the waist with dark leather girdle belt. The belt accentuated the curve of her hips, and he color of her dress brought out the light honey color in her eyes. She was even more beautiful than he recalled, and in that instant, her presence was the balm he needed to soothe his agitated soul. He realized that he’d had but one brief interaction with her earlier in the day, yet her presence was exactly what he needed.

He did not want to scare her away. His footfalls are audible in the silent night, reaching out to her, each step bringing them closer together. Their turmoil of emotions rivals a hurricane, fear, fury and rage but most of all love shines in her eyes. Pure adoration is reflected in his. One foot forward, step by step, the space between them ceased to exist. Prowling forward, pushing her backwards into the building and onto the elevator, he corners her. Unnerved, she stands still in disbelief, doubting that he is really here. Staring at his face, his chiseled jaw, the definition in his shoulders, it seemed that wherever he went he had been worked hard. A calloused hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

Lauren obeyed, and dug her gloved fingers into his coat, curling her knuckles tight. His arm tightened around her. Uncontrollable shivers raced through her body. Nothing made sense. She wanted her toasty warm apartment. She wanted to forget about

Something breezes against her arm and she pulls away, her breath caught in her throat. She opens her eyes, turns her head and, chest heaving, sees Chloe staring at her; sees her violent blue eyes,

Tiora sat gracefully in her seat, still in her dress from the night before, one leg crossed delicately over the other and her shoulders back in a relaxed posture. She glanced around the room, her bright green and brown flecked eyes took in the plain white walls of the small room. A giggle bubbled from her lips, she knew that the plain

A shadow casted itself over the tattered menu in Addison’s hand as she shifts her gaze to the figure standing over her. An overwhelming sensation embodies her as she meets the spellbinding green eyes that stare back. The bottle green eyes that dance with gold flecks were once her grounding point yet now look so alien. Her gaze drifts along his features, taking in each of them as though he was a painting she was seeing for the first time. A painting that had been so carefully crafted yet seemed so effortless with his slightly crooked nose and flawlessly tousled hair. A small smirk playfully tugs at the corner of his lips as he slides into the battered booth seat across from her.

My heart sank, sadness engulfed me yet the tears never came. I bit my lip until it turned white in an effort to mask my quivering lips. She turned and saw me, kindness evaporated from those brown eyes, as the verdict was confirmed with that cold icy look, she walked off

The following morning the crisp air and golden sun flowed brilliantly into her room through the open window. The posts of the window where scratched up wood with an old part of a blond colored sheet covering it. Her sleepy eyes blinked slowly as the day began. After a whole evening and morning with the thought of school, a tornado of yes, no, maybe, and back again spiraling around. This went on about the dreary feeling morning. Her usual smile upside down and the sides drooping far down. When she finally got up and out of the rickety, springy feeling frame of the puffy stuffing, cloud like bed. Hesitantly climbing down the ladder

The man seemed unusually anxious, his entrance into an employee’s private world stilted. He flinched as the door snapped shut behind him and Penelope found herself holding back a giggle. It was an unexpected reaction given her day. As the man scanned the living room, no doubt taking in the chaotic consequences of her frenzied search for a lost treasure, the giggle in Penelope disintegrated. Refusing to crumble along with it, she forced a deep breath and braced with both hands on her hips.

Crumpled newspapers were scattered across the table like the tail of a peacock. Windows wiped down of memories were huddled in between oak frames, facing a street with cosy cottages. Single embroidered carpets hugged the floor, covering the marble tiles in delicate silk. A calm wind floated in through cracks of the panes of glass, whispering throughout the house. I breathed in gulps of air, allowing the icy coolness fill my lungs, and the morning frost creep out. My glistening blue eyes presented purple bags, and my normally sleek hair was a tangled cobweb. I’d been up all night, searching and seeking for answers. Yet answers had been as hard to find as a  black cat in a coal cellar.‘One year’ I announced, trying to force a joyful tone, but

In my dark I hear her rubber heels hit the tile and the stuff in her wicker bag clash with the jar of her walking as she passes me in the hall. She walks stiff. When I open my eyes she’s down the hall about to turn into the glass Nurses’ Station where she’ll spend the day sitting at her desk and looking out her window and making notes on what goes on out in front of her in the day room during the next eight hours. Her face looks pleased and peaceful with the

She flicked her dark, glossy hair over her shoulder. He recalled the feel of those long locks wrapped around his hands when they had gone to bed together, and at the time, he had found her extremely beautiful, but now, she looked like a hag to him. Her body might have been beautiful, but her heart was not.

He set the hot water down, laid the honed blade atop the clean towel. The room was too cool, even though summer was barely gone. He leaned forward, brushed the damp hair from her face and studied it as she sat straining, trying not to cry out. Her face was red, sweat streaked with more of her fine hair stuck to her pearl white skin. She sighed and closed her dark eyes in exhaustion.

the pungent aroma of beer, drugs, smoke, sweat, and other questionable smells hit her as she stepped through the door frame, cringing slightly as her nose wrinkled. she instinctively pressed closer to ryan, eyes flitting nervously around the crowded room, flinching slightly at each loud shout, cry, or moan, uncomfortably tugging at the bottom of her shorts in an attempt to make them seem longer. her feet drug reluctantly on the carpet as she held her distance from the strangers, her arms crossed defensively around herself. her shoulders were slumped, clearly unsettle, much unlike her friends who were grinning and whooping from next to her. what with her tense posture and furrowed brows, she stuck out like a sore thumb.