Dark blue eyes watched steadily as rain beat down upon the glass of that sunset room. Daybreak was hours away and she had that long to find some nourishment. ?What nourishes me also destroys me? emblazoned on her mind. Pressing a hand to the wall she spun to rest her shoulders against it in a slow turn and held her breath. Disgust still competed with hunger. Settling down to her knees in a crouch she gathered her skirts into a bunch and gripped them, scowling into the deep dark of the furniture before her, this sea of restless ebony tides that lurched and swung at her, tempting her into the twilight with their delirious phantasmagoria. It pulled at her heart, it pulled at that place in all persons that longs for desperate places and moments. Urgency to peace. It was a long road. She was a drifter of the night.

Killing her reservations with a forced smile, she drew herself up in all the secrets of satin that spoke in dirty, low hushes around her legs and waist. She was a creature of a barren land. A wasteland herself. Wrapped in aching beauty.