Hot Chocolate

With a tender smile always brewing on her lips and her half-lidded eyes, she appears to be in an ever-state on contentment. She has large, bouncy curls of white, that sit atop her head like puffs of clouds. She has cinnamon skin, with a strange etching to it like it’s made of bark, freckles of all different browns: mocha, caramel, cocoa. Wrapped in a long woollen cloak, like the comfiest witch you have ever seen, the smell of chocolate wafts from her with a beautiful warmth, sharing the ease she feels. Sometimes you can hear the crinkling of wrappers from her coat, where many small chocolates and biscuits reside, waiting for their turn to be munched on or offered to another. She has a fog around her, but it elicits no fear, with its sweet, warm smells and tug of security … and when you’re close enough, close enough that you can see the colour of her eyes half-hidden, you see the colour of all things warm and all things kind.

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Milkshake

He runs around in vanilla coloured overalls and bare feet, always laughing and grinning as he hoots and waves. His skin is light with streaks of deep brown, like branches wrapped around him, hugging him. His hair bounces, the colour of cream with a green bow loosely in the middle, never strong enough to tame his mop no matter how hard it tries. His eyes are glassy, with a vibrant brown behind them that beams in the sunlight. Those who don’t know him see the brown streaks across his face and think it’s due to his skin, but those who do know him that it’s very likely that some of those streaks are chocolate. He does everything with gusto, enjoying all things big and small with a childish astonishment that those around him love to watch.

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Water

She’s tall and lanky, with skin so fair it appears translucent in certain lights. She has no hair and walks with a sway, making many think she might just blow away like paper. Carrying a cool composure, she’s able to calm any situation down, never hesitating to lower herself help someone else up for a moment. With gentle hands, she flows through life, taking in everything thrown at her and managing to push through it all. People flock to her because of her cleansing effect, like a patch of chilled shadow on a hot day. She’s quiet and a great listener, and so people lie about her, soaking in her positivity and comfort as they bathe in her aura.

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