Sharp family

Her features seemed as though they had been carved by the most skilled sculptor and she was sitting on a plush royal blue chair, a small smile on her lips. Behind the woman with a hand on the chair, stood a man with quite the handsome face. His hair was a muddy blonde, brown at the roots, and his face had on a stern expression. And between the two, stood a little boy that could not have been more than thirteen years old. He had golden hair like the lady, and a beautiful face that was the perfect combination of the two adults. Though the boy had on a dignified expression, his eyes clearly told that he wished to be anywhere but here. His eyes, which were dark maroon. The same as that of the two adults in the portrait.

"Hello father, mother." Sharp's voice brought Stella's attention from the portrait to the living people in the room. She turned to where he was looking and her eyes fell on the people from the portrait. The beautiful lady in the portrait still had long blond hair, though now they were tied into a braid that spilled over her shoulder. She was dressed in a more modern way than the portrait, but no less royally. In the portrait all three of the people had dressed as though they were in the Victorian era. Very rich people in the Victorian era. The lady looked every bit as rich and royal, just a tad old. Small, fine lines had formed on the sides of her mouth and eyes, and her eyes were a little wrinkled, but apart from that, she could very well have just walked out of the portrait.

The man with the handsome face had changed a bit more. His hairstyle had changed to accommodate the fashion, as well had his clothes. His wrinkles were a little more pronounced than his wife, and he was not standing as tall as he did in the portrait. Probably because of the little stoop in his shoulders.

Stella blinked as she put the pieces together. "Mother? Father?" Then the little boy in the portrait, Stella stole a quick glance at the boy in the portrait before turning to look at Sharp beside her. She could see the anguished expression on his face, better masked than when he was a boy, indicating he did not want to be here now any more than he had done then. Stella wanted to gather this big man in her small arms and protect him from the world, an shifted unconsciously a little closer to him.

She shook her head when the man cleared his throat. With a start, Stella realized both of Sharp's parents had been observing her with as much care as she them. Stella only hoped she had showed no sign of weakness as the man said, "Darius, will you not introduce us to your little . . . . guest?"

Stella narrowed her eyes, sensing danger. She opened up her mind a little and saw that both Sharp's mother and father were thinking about a century ago, when they had met another human. A human that looked too much like her. Their trains of thoughts broke off when Sharp spoke. "Mother, father, this is Stella. Stella McCarteny. Stella, my parents." he said.