humans are like the threads in a quilt. each entwined with another who in turn is tangled with others and so forth and so on thought Arabelle as she peered at her complexion in the mirror. everyone always raved how lucky she is to look the way she does, she never knew why. after all she does have eyes herself to look at her beauty. her sister would always complain about her own looks, which has always irritated Arabelle because they looked the same. each had waves of golden hair, fair pale skin, eyes the colour of honey and lips the colour of rose. Arabelle got lost in her own beauty for god knows how long before she noticed her sister standing behind her one eyebrow raised at her.
Alirah quietly side stepped into her sisters room and peered around. the floor was hidden from sight by clothes all colours of the rainbow, books and other junk. she looked over at Arabelle who was seated at her vanity and lost in thought. the ink black dress contrasted with her ghostly white skin. her blonde hair which would normally flow down her back was pulled into a high pony tail. she had little to no makeup on whatsoever. Alirah herself was wearing black jeans and a baby pink cropped t-shirt with a black broken heart painted in the middle, her feet already hurting from the high pink boots she was wearing on her feet. but unlike her sister her hair was freely running down her back in waves.
"done admiring yourself in the mirror yet" mocks Alirah quietly. Arabelle rolled her eyes. she did that so much Alirah wonder how she hadn't eye-rolled her self into another dimension. Arabelle then turned around so abruptly Alirah got caught of guard.
"yes in fact I am, and by the way, I was not admiring myself" whispered Arabelle defensively. she reached for her sisters hand and clasped it in her own. they peeked there heads out her bedroom door into the hallway. the path was clear. they creeped down the hallway in nervous silence while trying to avoid the creaky floor boards. their mother had prided herself on their home and the hallway was not left out. even in the dark you could tell it was impeccably clean and well designed with paintings and colour.
they made it to the window at the end of the abnormally long hallway. it served as a gateway for the moonlight to dance through and shroud them in silver moonlight. Alirah peered sideways at her sister and placed a hand on her shoulder. she could sense her nervousness, because unlike Alirah, Arabelle had never snuck out before. in fact she had no clue why she wanted to tag along tonight. she let go of her sister and opened the window enough that they could climb out. careful to be quiet and not wake their parents. Alirah went first and crouched on the window sill. she balance before she did anything else. she leaned a bit further out and grabbed ahold the branch connecting to the tree in their front garden and clambered out and into the tree. Arabelle followed suit after a bit of coaxing and a pep talk.
the night sky was alight with twinkling stars as the sisters made their way down the street avoiding the street lamps. the girls were careful not to be followed, even by the tabby cat that lives next door that insisted to follow them until they distracted in with a stick. but unbeknown the them darkness followed them wherever they went and tonight was no exception.
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Broken Wings
FantasyAlirah and Arabella are sisters in a family that hold great honour in its ranks. with great honour comes great pressure. Will the twins crack under pressure and reveal there secret, for this secret runs deeper than blood and the truth will cut deepe...