Beauty

Her eyes appeared a shockingly distant, beautifully bright, meaningfully perfect blue. Her thick, inky black lashes shadowed effectively over them as if to protect such innocent beings.  She stared bravely ahead, a fierce yet anxious frown creasing her forehead, her eyebrows held in an unsettling manner. Her glossy, intense lips were pursed tightly together; her porcelain skin on her chiselled cheeks was undisturbed, desired. Her rich, golden hair tumbled effortlessly below her elegant shoulders. Her face was all but welcoming, her striking features sent a sharp chill of jealousy and un-ease down your spine, and the distressed look painted upon her face was a clear warning. A danger.