this is an oc of mine's, charlotte verlice ! she's from london in the 1800s, and I wrote this (super) short paragraph to describe her charlotte verlice ___________________ miss charlotte verlice of london wears thought like perfume; delicate, elusive, gone before you noticed it was there. her eyes—gray, perhaps green—mesmerize the wretched suitors who approach, unaware of the heartbreak she has arranged for them. in salons and quiet corridors, they say she hides her claws beneath elegant black-lace gloves, each finger bleeding poison.
