lately ive been dressing

Andromeda Black had never been a woman of aggressive action.

She had always preferred a serpent-like attack; quiet, yet deadly, she lured in her prey with empty promises, and, when all was said and done, she would finish them as easily as that. Instead of shouting to the sky the secrets of the world, she would prefer to open Pandora’s box quietly, letting the dark slip out, seeping through the cracks, setting fire to the world and, when all was ash, she’d grin like the devil, warm brown eyes that could turn so dark, so cruel, and she’d set fire to them too, until there was nothing left.

She preferred quietness, of course. She preferred peace and the beauty of a simplistic lifestyle, one in which she would not bother anyone, and one in which she would not be bothered by anyone. Until someone would get in her way, until something would disrupt her peace.