They’re not pretty, this family. They’re all sand browned skin and falling ashy black hair, sliding over their dark dark eyes. They’re tall, wealthy, and powerful. They’re not pretty, but they’re something else. Something better, more elusive, something that everyone wants. They’re more of the same, all of them the same sturdy lean build. Smart, exhaustingly so. Clever, and witty, and sharp, so much sharpness. Access to anything and anyone they want, and everything is a gateway, with no lock. And if there ever was a lock, they’ll get the key. And its spare.
They’re not pretty, this family. But they’re something else. Something attractive, that turns their ashy darkness into spun white gold, platinum. Sandy brown skin, looks so much more like mocha chocolates and Godiva’s heaven. And everyone wants. Wants a piece of them. Of that. Of what they have.
They’re something else. That redefines everything.