They drop to the ground with a thud as I enter then common room space. Dahlia turns to look over her shoulder when she hears the sound and the most exquisite smile creeps onto her lips. It is identical to what I was just imagining moments ago, except her hair and make up is different. She looks regal. Devastatingly beautiful. I have never seen her look so perfect and angelic, but also terrifyingly powerful. She radiates beauty and power. She turns to me fully and i can see that her lips are moving but I cannot hear her. My ears are ringing, it feels like time has stopped. It is taking everything I have to keep my knees from buckling, to keep myself upright and not bow at her feet, worshiping her.
