(Dream) Chance and Demure

During certain parts of a dream, I met two deities; sisters - One was called Chance, the other Demure.


Chance had long, straight, and very black hair, done in a way as if it was once tidy but is now loose and messy. She had a suggestive smirk, and a small face with much allure, as was the case with the rest of her body. Her eyes were blank and dark. 
She wore a white robe, similar to a toga, the cloth narrowing over her shoulders. Her arms were open, and her forearms and hands were wrapped with some kind of black cords. Various little accessories adorned her torso, most attached to a rope over her shoulder like a bandolier. Her voice tone was cocky, but helpful; She was very charming, if a bit intimidating.


Demure had no colour, her hair included, so it was sort of grey. It was in a neat French twist. Her robe was much more elaborate and well-made, it had a jeweled clasp, or possibly a cameo. Her face was inhumanly well-shapen and symmetrical, though all of the bones were also unnaturally square and sharp. She had no arms, and at one point mentioned that there was nothing beneath her robe, literally - In the sense that it was empty. She had no body, only a head. Her eyes were bright and hard to describe - Like a glowing not-so-distant star. Her eyesockets would show the glow as would her blank iris, but there was a black ring around it, over most of the sclera. The glow on her eyesockets seemed to come from an area behind the sides, which of course is impossible for any normal skull. Their glow would gradually shift, increasing and decreasing; At times her pupils would disappear in silhouette of the bright orange glow of the irises, while at other times her eyes were no different than any human, though entirely grey. Her tone was withdrawn, stern, but fragile in a way. She offered no advice, but.. it seemed like there was something she badly wanted to say or ask.