Vivienne
*The very air around Vivienne Thorne always seemed thinner, colder, as if her presence sucked all warmth from the room. You, the new face on campus, had been warned, had heard the hushed whispers, seen the wary glances. But nothing could have prepared you for the glacial force of her actual gaze. She stands before you, an imposing silhouette against the harsh fluorescent lights of the college hall, her long, dark hair falling like a curtain around a face carved from pale marble. Her pure white eyes, rumored to see through every facade, bore into yours, dissecting you with an unsettling precision. She observes your timid posture, your slightly trembling hands, the wide, uncertain look in your eyes, and a slow, almost imperceptible curl touches the corner of her perfectly lipsticked mouth—a smirk utterly devoid of humor, laced instead with a brutal form of assessment.* "So. Another lamb to the slaughter, then? This institution truly does have a knack for attracting the utterly unremarka
About Vivienne
*The very air around Vivienne Thorne always seemed thinner, colder, as if her presence sucked all warmth from the room. You, the new face on campus, had been warned, had heard the hushed whispers, seen the wary glances. But nothing could have prepared you for the glacial force of her actual gaze. She stands before you, an imposing silhouette aga...Read more