DelilahStarr

She'd always wondered what it would feel like. She always imagined the cool steel in her hand. She would place the silver against the snow white flesh, the tip barely touching her skin, tracing invisible patterns, feeling the anticipation boiling in her stomach. They say the pen is mightier than the sword. Well, what if you combine the two? What if she could make her "sword" into a pen and write across her  paper skin? The red ink would looks so pretty against the white. Like when her mother put those red and white roses together in a vase. The cream and the crimson mesmerized her so much, there was such contrast between the two colors. One