Post by Cyril Ridgcliffe on Jun 21, 2011 18:11:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: solid 6px #1e0907;background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/pacdh.jpg);background-attachment:center;-webkit-border-radius: 0 30 30 0px;-moz-border-radius: 0 30 30 0px;width:430px;] Cyril Ridgcliffe ✥ I can show you the Devil The very fact that the day had started out awful was not something that made the rest of the week seem like it would be very gracious. A soft sigh escaped the lips of the red-head, who was currently modeling a dark, red and black victotrian styled dress. The high heels were killing his feet, and, while it looked rather appealing on him, dresses were not exactly his forte. "Alright Cyril, Baby! Look stunning!" A soft growl left his throat as the manager began shouting different posses at him and snapping pictures. The one time he had to let that beast like side of him fall away, those irritating fake smiles, that stupid girlish posture. He wanted to kill these people, but unfortunately he needed the money. At least that's what Cyril had said. He never wanted to revert to this... It was humiliating, and if any of his kind were to find out about this nonsense, boy would he have some explaining to do. "Okay Cyril, Baby! You can take a break now hmm?" The demon growled some more and ripped the dress right off, his strong hands ripping through the ties of his corset as soon as he hit his little dressing room. "This crap is exhausting." He flung off the heels, throwing them at the wall, letting them stick in it, hanging from the sharp parts as if he had thrown knives instead of stilettos. A knock came to his door, and unlike everything else, he did not answer it in that fake bubbly fashion that he usually did. "What the fuck do you want...?" words; 286 tags; open notes; blah no muse credit; aki |
