( Her fingers reach out, instinctive, to brush the bangles. Her eyes are hazel, surprisingly warm despite the wild terrain surrounding them. Everything about her speaks to wildness, the spidering fingers and the batlike curl of her shoulders.
Helena's smile is slow, and dance s the line between childlike wonder and impishly dangerous. )
And many people wear smiles.
( As her smile widen it seems more like the baring of teeth. ) Smiles and niceness and lies.
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Helena's smile is slow, and dance s the line between childlike wonder and impishly dangerous. )
And many people wear smiles.
( As her smile widen it seems more like the baring of teeth. ) Smiles and niceness and lies.