The mind's a rotten thing to be [Nix]

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Oh my, what an interesting outfit, Rose thought to herself, as she watched the women of Paris stride the sidewalk to which she sat on the inside of, behind a soft railing, at a nice ice cream parlour. Currently, she was swirling a vanilla mix in a dish, with her white plastic spoon. Paris just finished up a show, earlier then she would have liked, but a show was a show, and she ended up getting paid for it. So, what better to actually enjoy what little time she was spending in Paris, the capital of love. A small, complacent smirk crossed upon her lips, love. What an enjoyable, yet dangerous subject, that many feared to touch upon with this little vampire. But she knew for one, that love wasn’t going to be the topic of whatever happened tonight, that, she could tell from the early setting of the sun, to the current time and position she was elapsed in now. Her hand dipped the spoon into the rapidly melting crème, spooning it into her mouth. It was soft, and slid down her throat with no effort require, the sweet delicacy letting her eyes fall shut to it. It was one thing she enjoyed the most, she could eat whatever amount she felt like, and wouldn’t gain a single pound. Rose leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, accidentally sliding against her bag. Her blond head rested on the arch, and she let herself slip away from the reality that was her life. “Excuse me miss, is there something I can do for you?” Rose let her one wide, brilliant blue eye slowly open, to find a waitress sitting there, speaking broken English. How could she tell she wasn’t from Paris? One could never tell, about anything these days. She slid up the chair, opening both eyes at the moment. “…a cup of warm coffee would be nice, thank you,” she smiled and nodded, but Rose quickly added on “Better actually make that too,” the waitress nodded once more, before hurrying off to get her order ready. She settled back into her seat, but not before taking out her iphone, and playing around and chatting with her friends. Friends that remained unaware of what Rose was, and the mere fact that they were mortal. But they were growing older, as Rose remained youthful. Somewhere, sometime soon, she would need to cut her ties from this crowd, and stick to just immortal or werewolf species. But no matter, she’d deal with that when it came time too. Right at this very moment, she felt like something was about to occur, with another species. Her eyes flickered to the waitress, returning with her two cups of coffee. Rose flashed a fang filled grin, as she set the saucers on the table. “Thank you,” She could only hope though, that her guest liked coffee as much as she did. ----------------------------------------------- so, rose is wearing this. and this post is dedicated to miss nixie, and hope you have fun replying, sorry it's so short!