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Post by Telomerase on Oct 10, 2005 18:56:13 GMT -5
"There always is."
The man smiled, walking forward and reaching up with a gloved hand. He took a moment to unhook the strand of hair from her hat. The movement was slow, as if he had all the time in all the world, yet somehow his hand is there much sooner than expected, as if some of his movement was missed somehow.
"A very unique and pleasant name. Well, do make yourself at home, milady. The castle has but one resident, so you may explore and choose a room at your leisure, if you wish."
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Post by Celeondris on Oct 10, 2005 19:05:53 GMT -5
The woman's blue-green eyes remain fixed on his, though she tries to move them around a little. Her stare is hard and inquisitive, honest, naive and suspicious at the same time. She seems to freeze up a little when the man comes closer to her, and remains immovable when he unhooks the lock of hair from her hat. He is close enough to catch a peek behind the glasses, and to see that her eyes are actually much, much brighter than they seem. A faint but guarded smile passes over her lips when he offers her a room.
"Thank you... My Lord."
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Post by Telomerase on Oct 24, 2005 12:58:55 GMT -5
"You're welcome. We will talk more, in time."
With that, the vampire continued downstairs. His boots did not click against the stone surface. In fact, the man didn't make a noise at all. He moved much like a wraith, the ghost that was never truly there.
He turned and walked around the staircase, and he was gone.
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Post by Celeondris on Oct 24, 2005 18:47:06 GMT -5
Celeondris looks after him, and shivers when he is gone. She walks deeper into the castle, looking for a room. Any will do, as long as the door has no lock. Because she does not think that a lock will keep him out. But it might keep her in.
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