Desire is of medium height. It is unlikely that any portrait will ever do Desire justice, since her (or him) is to love him (or her)- Passionately, painfully, to the exclusion of all else.
Desire smells almost subliminally of summer peaches and casts two shadows: one black and sharp-edged, the other transluscent and forever wavering, like heat haze.

Desire smiles in brief flashes, like sunlight glinting from a knife-edge. And there is much else that is knife-like about Desire.
Never a possesion, always a possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes as tawny and sharp as a yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Who ever you are. What ever you are. Everything.
[[Desire is not my character, but of the fabulous makings from Neil Gaiman. This character is purely for cosplaying enjoyment and roleplaying purposes. Thankyou.]]
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