11-03-2020, 12:52 AM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Playfair+Display|Mrs Saint Delafield' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .rosebaytwo_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/rpCTCTKT/rosebay-bg.png'); width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 1px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .rosebaytwo_container p { margin: 0; } .rosebaytwo_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 600px; } .rosebaytwo_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 580px; margin-top: -300px; margin-bottom: 10px; border: solid 1px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000000; background: #1d1d1f; } .rosebaytwo_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #7f8386; padding: 30px; } .rosebaytwo_name { position: absolute; z-index: 10; font: 70px 'Mrs Saint Delafield', cursive; text-align: right; color: #9ea19e; width: 100%; padding-bottom: 30px; top: 535px; right: 15px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000; } .rosebaytwo_quote { font: 20px 'Playfair Display', serif; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #4b5053; padding-bottom: 30px; line-height: 1.8em; letter-spacing: 2px; } </style> <center> <div class="rosebaytwo_container"> <div class="rosebaytwo_name">Rosebay</div> <img class="rosebaytwo_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/gjMkyWtj/rosebay.png"> <div class="rosebaytwo_text"> <p class="rosebaytwo_message"> She hears the call and it is a curiosity more than anything that drives her forward.
Her coltish legs carry her deeper into the shadow and the murk, the sheen of effort building on the curve of her thin neck. She is young, which is apparent, but there’s something else to her that hides just below the surface. Something oily and thick that slides almost imperceptibly beneath the glassy exterior. From a distance, she is as beautiful as an unfurled rose. All promise and hope and youth.
But there is a vicious poison on her tongue.
A wicked gleam behind her sweet simper.
She hides it as best she can, now, moving forward amongst those who gather until she sees the figure. She watches, silently, as others answer. Her plain brown eyes study him, pale and seemingly innocent, sharpening ever so slightly as she considers the question that booms out toward it.
After the silence has reigned for a moment, she angles her head.
“Trick.”
A twitch of her feminine lips and then nothing. </p> <p class="rosebaytwo_quote">but in all chaos, there is calculation </p> </div> </div> </center>
Her coltish legs carry her deeper into the shadow and the murk, the sheen of effort building on the curve of her thin neck. She is young, which is apparent, but there’s something else to her that hides just below the surface. Something oily and thick that slides almost imperceptibly beneath the glassy exterior. From a distance, she is as beautiful as an unfurled rose. All promise and hope and youth.
But there is a vicious poison on her tongue.
A wicked gleam behind her sweet simper.
She hides it as best she can, now, moving forward amongst those who gather until she sees the figure. She watches, silently, as others answer. Her plain brown eyes study him, pale and seemingly innocent, sharpening ever so slightly as she considers the question that booms out toward it.
After the silence has reigned for a moment, she angles her head.
“Trick.”
A twitch of her feminine lips and then nothing. </p> <p class="rosebaytwo_quote">but in all chaos, there is calculation </p> </div> </div> </center>