Dusk jolted up, her vibrant violet eyes fluttering open.  She yawns and stretches, her hands bunched into fists.  She stumbles out of bed, and to her dresser.  A quick look in the mirror revealed her horrendous bed head.  She ran a hairbrush through her thick, white curls, the hairbrush catching several times.  Checking the mirror once more, she nodded, convincing herself it was good enough.  Next was her makeup.  Dusk twisted a tube of lipstick, applying the dark purple to her lips.  Placing the lipstick down, she picked up some lilac eyeshadow.  Taking the brush, she dusted her eyelids with a light covering of lilac.  Mascara was last, and by far the easiest.  With a few quick strokes of the brush, her makeup was ready set, and so was Dusk.  She walks to the kitchen, her steps light as not to wake her sister.  Grabbing an apple, Dusk makes for her study, bumping right into who she hadn't wanted to wake.  "Sorry..." Dusk mumbles to her sister, who just waves her off.  Kiya was...laid back, so to speak.  She craved attention, and received it too, earning herself the nickname 'Nightmare'.

Moving around her, Dusk enters her study.  Her body immediately relaxes, her posture unstiffening.  Making her way to her desk, Dusk sits down in the soft wool chair, it's soothing violet color making her smile.  Looking around, all she could see were the tall pine bookshelves and the soft light from her candles.  The smell of old books filled the room, mixing with the lilac fragrances. 

Picking up a pen, Dusk began inscribing her latest creation with fitting words.  'Truth' 'lies' and 'mystery' were chosen with reason.  Doodling away, her heart and breath slowed, the pen falling from her hands.  Snoring softy, she slept.