Blighted by sweetgreychaos on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

"Regina... you don't look like yourself," he said, stuttering over the absurdity of his own words.

Her shoulders were hunched over as if to blanket herself. She sat on the floor, huddled over her legs, which she'd butterflied out in a frog-like diamond on the floor, the bare soles of her feet touching. Her hands fluttered along her ankles, touching the skin there as if to reassure herself it was still normal. If not for the dark, evil look in her eyes which superseded even this defeatist posture, she would have looked... sad.

"I'm as much me as I ever was," she rasped, her voice hoarse from lack of use.

"Does... it hurt?"

Her eyes narrowed, dark amidst their marked affliction. "Only when you look at me."

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After my last deviation, where I was wearing (gaspy gaspy shocky shocky) lipstick and foundation, I felt I needed something from my ongoing curse series to give myself a good jolt. I actually like how this one turned out, but I wish wish wish it could've shown up in the photos like it did in real life. It looked so subtle and... dark. I do so love my stylized evil. The only benefit to this one is that I did it late at night, and the super cruddy lighting in my living room helps with the creepy atmosphere.

Time: Mrs. Winterbourne, just after the tango in the kitchen.
Medium: Some Wolfe Brothers, but mostly old Halloween cheapo. It 'bruises' better.