angelica rose

Backstory

❛ As if the light had begun to play tricks, she emerges from the dark, glowing with a soft light. Her features were soft as well, with her bubblegum pink lips and her gentle golden-brown curls. She was beautiful in an angelic sort of way, with light freckles covered in fine glitter and thin gloves covering her ugly scars. Though no one would be able to come close enough to notice her slight dimples and twinkling eyes, which were hidden by her long, dark eyelashes. She was also tinted from the ink that she had most often written on her wrists with, all the sweet notes mixed with her favorite book characters names. Half-tucked underneath her arm, she held a fragile copy of her favorite book. Anyone who ever knew her would know of her love of literature, from lovely poems to long warm novels. She was smiling a small smile, wearing that look like she knew something you didn't. It was impossible not to fall in love with her warm energy. She wore long sweeping dresses that looked at the bottom, in dazzling shades of white and pink. The gowns hid her feet, perched inside pearlescent heels. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be her. ❜

“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel



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