head dress

her head dress was it's own life form. as wide as it it was long...it was a huge hand fan. her hair entwined in  what looked like a rot iron display only golden, twisted up the spokes like jasmine vines. her face had been ghostly pale and her eyes looked dead before she had even noticed me. she had sat at lucifer's side trapped not physically but mentally. her cold eyes had looked as if she was about to crumble at any second but she still held strong. she was dying inside.