Papa Comes for a Visit [OPEN] « Thread Started on Jun 9, 2008, 1:27am »
She sighed softly. She felt so weird standing dressed like this. She never really did this sort of thing. But Papa had called today and she couldn't disappoint him. He always told her that she looked particularly beautiful when she was all dolled up for him. She turned in the mirror to examine herself. As of late she had gained more weight from her cousin's constant pestering and the large amounts of sweets he left laying about in her room. She had a soft spot for sweet foods. She looked less anorexic now. Much more filled out, a nice body. She pulled out the skirt of the long dress. It belled around her legs. It was tight around her torso showing off every single of her of her curves. She had more of them than any man might venture to guess. She had hips and a waist, and her small breasts actually looked a bit large in this dress. From her hips the cloth was less restricting. It fell loosely about her legs, with a slit running up the left side of it. The dress had a high neck and no sleeves. It was a somewhat stylized version of a traditional red Chinese dress. A dragon of silver wound it's way around her slim body. Her hair was half done up and half let loose to fall about her slim shoulders. The top half of her hair was done up in a little bun with Chinese chop stick like chair decorations holding it in place. From the ends of the little stick were intricate red tassels with silver beads. Her make up was done accordingly by her cousin. She felt like a stupid little doll.
Miss Lillith-Eve Esperanza SinClair, otherwise known as Evie, was the sort of girl no one really got a long with. She was the one who made this impossible through her mostly horrendous behavior. She made it clear she disliked every human being with in a ten mile radius. She also made it clear that she was no to be spoken to. This was perhaps due to her extremely anti-social habits. She would not reply in conversation if she had no inclination to speak to the person, or speaking in general, and made her general disliking verbally heard. Yes, Miss Lillith-Eve SinClair was disliked by the other students. But Miss SinClair did not care. She had her paintbrushes and paints. She had her white canvas.
Evie made her way out of the dorms. She could tell she was getting stares. She also felt that people hadn't a clue who this pretty little girl was. She groaned softly, her hands clasped in front of her. She looked the part of a lady. Lady SinClair. That was her official title.
Lord Marcus SinClair stood in the foyer of the large school. He looked about himself in wonder. The place was exceedingly bland. He had locked his beautiful bird of a daughter in such a place! He clicked his tongue. She was getting a proper education at least.
Lord SinClair was a bear of a man. He stood over six feet tall with broad shoulders and muscled arms and legs. He was huge in every way and seemed to loom at the entrance to the school. He could see nervous glances from the students. Of course they had never seen anyone this naturally large in their lives. People now a days seemed to appreciate the slim and toned body more.
He tapped his finger on his jewel topped cane. When would his little Evie come? Ah, was that her? He waved. He saw the girl he thought to be Evie jump, pause then rush forward. Yes, that was his little princess. He held out his arms to the girl.
"PAPA!" she shouted and hugged him. He picked her up and swung her around.
"My little princess." She was extremely small compared to the huge man. She was dwarfed by his own large size. She grasped him about the neck as he held her with only one of his arms. She giggled.
"Papa I missed you. Sorry I was late. Isn't Momma coming?"
"I missed you too Princess. Momma got a little busy with work." He spoke this apologetically but his daughter seemed to understand.
"Oh..." She closed her eyes and breathed in her father's scent. It was slightly musky but sweet at the same time. She had grown up breathing this scent.
He would be here for the entire celebration as he was a sponsor, donating large amounts of money to the school. It was no wonder they would invite him to such a thing. She sighed contentedly. "Why don't you show Papa around?" he asked, setting down his daughter. Now Mr. SinClair, rather than Lord for the sake of his daughter, allowed himself to be dragged along as his daughter pointed things out and explained them in a dull manner. The girl could never become a tour guide. She just seemed to lack interest in anything. But she was so cute!
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