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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 23, 2010 14:38:25 GMT -5
"I do remember, it's not changed much." He nodded to her, eyes darting about. The buildings were the same, all the same elegant style, the same feel to the city. Sure some things had changed, the shop that was a candle stick makers was now a herbalists, and the tavern which had been called 'Les Verts' had now changed it's name to the much more fashionable 'L'Etoile', but the layout was the same, the atmosphere was the same. Different faces, different fashions, but it was all the same underneath. He liked coming back to places like this, it made him feel young again, except when he bumped into someone that he had once known and they were withered and aged, that made him feel ancient. The world around him changed and he stayed the same, it was all part of his curse.
"The docks? Sure, they are this way." He motioned to Lexie to follow him, turning to head off down one of the cobbled streets. They all sloped gently downwards towards the ocean. There was a bustling market place on the way, brightly coloured stalls filled with exotic wonders and tempting smells, stall holders calling out in both Ecritetrean and Common as they passed. He winked and waved to random people, drawing just as much attention to himself as he usually did, letting everyone know that he was back in town. However, as tempting as it was to sweep over to that group of rather pretty young women and charm them off their feet, Lexie wanted to go to the docks so that was going to be their first stop.
The docks were just as bustling as the market had been, but this was a whole different type of busy. People were unloading ships, merchants were marching around giving orders, sailors were stretching their legs in between voyages. There was a whole variety of different people here, different accents all mingling into one. "The ocean is even prettier than I remembered." Kevay called to Lexie as he headed down an empty pier, boards creaking under his feet, waves lapping up against the wood. The water here was a clear aqua blue, sunlight sparkling over the surface, sea gulls swooping love over the waves. "S'nice, right?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 23, 2010 15:24:58 GMT -5
Lexie was smiling brightly as she followed after Kevay, practically dancing through the streets of Les Innocents, her bright attire drawing almost as much attention as Kevay was. Almost. She wouldn't quite say that she drew more attention than he did, not ever. She could feel the gazes of jealous women as a chill on the back of her neck as they walked, but she honestly couldn't care less. Lexie was in a great mood, the city was wonderful and gorgeous, Kevay was wonderful and gorgeous, it was sunny, and she had to say, she didn't have a care in the world right now. "We should visit the market at some point." she tugged gently on his sleeve as they passed it, smiling happily, "I love marketplaces, there's so much there." she grinned, sighing softly.
When they reached the ocean, the sight stole her breath away. Sure, it was busy and full of hard-working people, but the vast expanse of azure, the waves and the ships bobbing around them was... perfect. Lexie had always loved the ocean, she'd spent enough time on it as a child. "Yeah..." she smiled up at Kevay, "S'nice."
She wouldn't have noticed anything out of the ordinary, were it not for the sudden clang! from over Kevay's shoulder, drawing Lexie's attention. Someone had dropped something from the side of a ship and it had landed on the stone of the pier, that was all, but it had caught her attention. A line of people, all shackled together, manacles around their ankles and wrists, had been set against the wall a few feet away. Prisoners, they must have been. By their tans, they had been dragged from somewhere far away and hot, too. Not even that would have caught her interest.
It was the young man standing in the middle of the prisoners, his chains clinking together as he moved, that made her falter. He was thin and gaunt, his tanned skin made even darker by his long stretch in some arid country, his rich brown hair tumbling scruffily over his shoulders. His eyes, however, were almond shaped, silvery in colour, similar to Lexie's own right eye. The little jester froze. The sound seemed to have been sucked from the air. A faint ringing sounded in her ears. Her eyes widened.
"Oh God. Romano..." she had forgotten Kevay was even there, staggering over towards the prisoners.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 23, 2010 15:45:05 GMT -5
Kevay was oblivious to what Lexie was seeing, moving to linger on the edge of the peer, the sea breeze ruffling his hair up. His eyes were bright, filled with a playful mischeif, as though he were planning what he wanted to do. He needed to make himself known amongst the noble circles, find out who was who and dig up as much gossip as possible, and, of course, he had to see everyone and choose the lucky ladies that were going to be the objects of his affection. Plural, of course, Kevay wasn't good at monogamy, in fact, he didn't see the point in it. With so many people in the world why would you limit yourself to just one of them? Bah, it was absurd, to him anyway. Other people, however, should fall in love, settle down and wake up with the same person for the rest of their lives, but not him. Kevay may rely on love, but, personally, he'd had his fill of it, thanks.
"Hmm?" Kevay looked bemused as he turned to look over his shoulder at Lexie, following her gaze over to the criminals. He almost cringed as he looked over them, obviously seeing something that Lexie wasn't. They were bad people, their souls twisted and black, most of them anyway. Some of them weren't, some of them were good, patches of light amongst the dark. Innocent, not that it would help them. They had arrested, there was nothing that anyone could do about it now.
"Lexie, what's up? You know one of them?" He asked, moving to follow her, unwillingly, as she moved towards the prisoners, catching up and resting his hand on her shoulder to stop her, sweeping down to whisper in her ear to make sure he had her attention. "Who's Romano and why is he in chains?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 23, 2010 15:59:11 GMT -5
Lexie was halfway across the pier towards the criminals when Kevay caught her by the shoulder and leant down to whisper to her. He only half caught her attention, the jester's mis-matched eyes darting between the line of prisoners and back to his face. On an ordinary day she'd have been typically enthralled with him, especially considering his good mood and mischievous nature. But she had been looking for Romano for what felt like forever, not knowing if he was alive, not knowing where he was if he had survived and not knowing what to do next. She'd snatched at any lead, anyone who said they might know where he could be got her loyalty in seconds. But she had long given up hope.
Until now.
"He's my brother." she told Kevay flatly, her voice high and shrill, panicked; the prisoners could disappear at any second and he didn't even know she was there, why was Kevay stopping her? "He's in chains 'cause they said he killed people but he didn't, Kevay, I know he didn't!" she pulled away from him to turn away and march towards the prisoners again, as though he wasn't even there. If she'd been paying enough attention, she'd have taken a couple of minutes to applaud herself for managing to tear herself away from the cupid for the first time. But now wasn't a very appropriate moment, she thought.
She called her brother's name again as she reached the prisoners, the young man looking up, recognition shooting through his almond shaped eyes. He saw Lexie seconds later, and his jaw dropped. He was clearly in shock, unable to move, speak, even think coherently as the little jester threw her arms around him, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. The guards hadn't quite noticed them yet, they were lucky. "Hey, Twinkle-Toes," the young man managed eventually, sounding breathless and confused, "What you doing here...?" his gaze moved fleetingly away from where she'd come from, resting on Kevay. "Who's your friend...?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 23, 2010 16:21:17 GMT -5
Brother? Lexie had a brother? She hadn't mentioned that. A brother who was accused of killing people? He was left absorbing that as she broke away from him, trying to piece this together in his head. He tilted his head to one side as he watched her approach one of the prisoners, quite amazed by how fearless she was. Her brother may not be one of those with the twisting darkness inside him, but the men next to him were, and they were eyeing Lexie carefully. He didn't like this, not one bit, the coward in him was telling him to turn and pretend that he had never seen any of this, but...Lexie looked so upset. She had looked after him, he couldn't just abandon her. Ugh, all this went against his self preservation tactics, but what could he do? Lexie was his friend, his only friend, he wasn't going to leave her here.
"I'm Kevay." He nodded to Romano in greeting, smiling to him amiably as he moved to stand behind Lexie, glancing over at the guards. "Would you like me to distract them? I can buy you a few extra minutes so that you can talk." He suggested, glancing down at Lexie questioningly. He didn't know what else he could do here, Kevay was into mischief and games, he wasn't a criminal, he didn't bust people out of chains. He couldn't free her brother, but he could buy her more time. He would have to look into this, get himself close to whoever ran the prisons around here and see what he could do, it was the least that he could do for Lexie. Nothing right now, he couldn't do anything right this second.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 23, 2010 16:39:49 GMT -5
Lexie wasn't quite the image of fearless on a regular day, but the reality was that she didn't even see the other prisoners right now. She just saw the brother that had been missing for years and years, and who she had just this second managed to find. And completely by accident, too. It was a funny world, wasn't it? Romano managed a brief smile to Kevay, nodding at him in greeting and glancing past him to the guards. Lexie had moved enough to look up at him, whispering something that might or might not have been in another language, glancing around and brushing the tears from her cheeks. Kevay might not be able to bust people out of chains. But she could.
However, before any plan of the sort could be formed, anything could be relayed from sister to brother, before Romano could even tell Kevay that he'd appreciate a distraction, a gruff voice barked out an order from somewhere to the side of them, and a burly guard approached, pulling the jester away from her brother. The prisoners began to move just seconds afterwards, Lexie cursing colourfully at the guard (who ignored her, thankfully), Romano giving them both a sad smile as he was marched away.
All Lexie could do was watch them go.
She choked back a sob as the prisoners were marched off, still not seeming to notice that the majority of them looked as though they'd kill her as soon as look at her. She glanced up at Kevay after they had been dragged out of view, not even attempting a smile. "I'm sorry." she whispered as she brushed at the fresh tears on her cheeks. "It's been... years. I dunno how many. I just... he's alive. I didn't expect, after so long..." she drifted off again, turning away so he wouldn't have to see her cry.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 23, 2010 17:03:49 GMT -5
Kevay frowned at the guard barked an order, unable to do anything to distract them before Lexie was dragged away from her brother and the prisoners were marched away. That wasn't good, not at all. It was too soon, she had barely had a chance to say hello before begin torn apart. This wasn't going to end well, he had a bad feeling about all of this. Les Innocents suddenly felt much less innocent. He couldn't regret being here, not when Lexie had the chance to be reunited with her brother, but he had the feeling that things weren't going to end well. He didn't know what had just started here, but it wasn't going to have a happy ending. They would do better to just turn around now, leave town and pretend that they had never seen anything, but that wasn't going to happen. Something had started and they were going to have to see it through.
"You don't have to be sorry, Lexie, you did nothing wrong." He smiled to her gently, moving to put his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder. "It's okay, you don't have to worry." He murmured to her, kissing her cheek, ignoring all the glares that they were receiving. "You want to talk about this?" He asked her gently, straightening up a little. "You want to go somewhere a little quieter? Come on, I know a little courtyard where we can talk." He straightened up and put his hand into hers, moving to lead her away from the port. He had no idea where to go from here or what to do, what Lexie would want him to do, but he knew that he had to do something.
It didn't take long for them to get to the courtyard, and it was as quiet as Kevay had promised, filled with sunlight and flowers, ivy creeping over the walls. He moved to sit her down on one of the benches before sinking down to sit next to her, still holding her hand. "Okay. We'll sort this out, Lexie. Me and you together, we can do anything."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 23, 2010 17:27:48 GMT -5
Lexie couldn't help but lean against him when he put his arms around her, the jester closing her eyes, smiling ever so slightly as he kissed her cheek, also seeming oblivious to the disapproving and venomous looks they were receiving. "Hm, talk...?" she tilted her head, rubbing her eyes and glancing around as he took hold of her hand, nodding in acceptance. "'Kay..." she mumbled to him, not having it in her to argue or think for herself. For the first time in what felt like forever, she let him lead her away instead of the other way around. It was still bright and sunny and Les Innocents couldn't have changed in the last few minutes... but it definitely felt as though it had.
Romano was here. And he hadn't looked as though he had a hope of going anywhere else. She didn't know what was going on, but she got the feeling that it was going to be far from good.
The next thing she knew, Kevay was sitting her down on a bench, the jester thinking nothing of letting her head rest on his shoulder. "Yeah," she mumbled in agreement, "Me 'n' you. We can do anything." she nodded to him, staying quiet for a moment, before speaking up again.
"...They'll be taking them to a prison, won't they..." she spoke quietly, as if she didn't want to say it. "Romano doesn't kill people though, he didn't... he..." she paused to sigh and shake her head, "When I still travelled with my family, with Romano and my parents and everyone, they thought he'd done something awful. They thought he'd killed women in the town that was nearby. He got arrested, and I haven't seen him since... it's been years and years... I never thought he'd still be alive. But he can't have killed people, can he?" she mumbled, looking up at him. "Even if he did, I still gotta get him out of there..."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 23, 2010 17:56:28 GMT -5
"They will be taking him to a prison." He admitted to her, tilting his head to rest it on top of hers as she leant it on his shoulder. Poor Lexie, he didn't know what to do to make her feel better, he didn't know what to do to sort this all out for her and it made him feel useless. "He wasn't a bad person." Kevay agreed with her, giving her a small smile. "I don't know him, but, I told you, I see people differently to you. He wasn't bad, I know. I can't say for certain, but I don't think that he killed anyone." When you did something like that it left a stain, and he saw things like that, he saw the monster underneath. He doubted that her brother was guilty, not that his opinion on this made a difference. If the guards were women he'd have been able to set Romano free there and then, but they weren't. Kevay wasn't much use in a man's world.
"Okay, I will see what I can do about this. Gonna have to work faster than I usualy do, but it can be done. I''ll see what strings I can pull." He smiled to her, kissing the top of her head. "How are you feeling? I have an idea." He told her, sitting up to look down at her. "You should go visit him, you didn't get very long to catch up then. I'm going to see who I can talk to, but it's going to take a bit of time. Not that he's going to be going anywhere." He smiled faintly, rubbing at the side of his head. Oh, this was going to be difficult, but Lexie was worth it. "Okay, we'll get a room in an inn, leave our stuff there and get to work, ok? You feeling up to that?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 26, 2010 11:07:54 GMT -5
She sighed softly as he confirmed her suspicions, although she looked up rather sharply and moved to hug him tightly as he said he didn't think that Romano had killed anyone. It felt so good to hear that from someone else. Everyone, even her father and mother had thought that he was a killer, even if they would never say it out loud. And Kevay's opinion held more conviction than any other she had heard. He knew these things better than other people. That meant a lot to her. "Thank you." she whispered, sitting back a little and tilting her head. "You'll see what you can do? But... awh, Kevay. You're amazing." she smiled softly.
He was going to pull strings for her and he had an idea. She didn't know what to say, sitting back on the bench again now, her hand in his. She nodded without argument as he mentioned her going to visit Romano. "Sounds like a plan." she agreed, wiping her eyes and giving his hand a gentle squeeze, as if to let him know she was grateful.
The trip to the inn passed in a blur to Lexie. The only thing she could think about was finding the prison where they were keeping her brother and talking to him again. She'd just found him, she had to see him again. A two minute meeting by the pier wasn't nearly enough, although she was still relieved that he was alive, after all this time. Before she knew it, they had paid for a room in the inn, she had put her things away (apart from the very important things, of course) and they were standing outside, the jester already mentally searching through the streets for the signs of the prison. "I'll see you in a little while then, okay?" she turned to look up at Kevay, quickly moving to hug him again before she left. "Thanks again. You're a star." she told him, reluctantly letting him go and waving a little as she set off into the city.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 28, 2010 10:23:28 GMT -5
"I am amazing." He agreed with her with a light smile, leaning over to kiss the top of her head. "But you don't have to say thank you, it's what friend's do, right?" He winked to her, seeming surprisingly calm and confident about all of this, at least, on the outside he seemed calm on confident, inside he was a wreck of panic and doubt. What if he couldn't do it? What if he let her down? Kevay wasn't a stranger to making promises that he couldn't keep, but Lexie wasn't like everyone else, he actually cared about Lexie. Kevay simply wasn't great at looking after people, no matter how hard he tried he had a knack for letting people down and running out on situations just like these. Now he couldn't, now he didn't want to let Lexie down, but he had a bad feeling about this, a whisper in the back of his mind that told him that this wasn't going to work out, that, no matter how hard he tried, he was going to let Lexie down.
He was unusualy quiet as they went to find the inn, attempting to make some sort of plan in his mind, attempting to remember everything that he could about the powerful families in this town. Ugh, this would be so much easier if law and order wasn't a man's world. If a woman was in charge of the prison all he would have to do would be to mention releasing Romano and it would happen, but it would be a man, and a man was more likely to take one look at him and take a swing at him than decide to help him.
He was distracted as he paid for the room, far too distracted to flirt with the receptionist that they spoke to, simply paying for the room without any banter or bargining. He dumped his things on the bed as they got to the room, stretching out and rolling his shoulders before looking to Lexie. "Here, take the ket, I won't be back until late." He told her, holding the key out for her to take. "If I get back early I'll talk them into unlocking the room for me. You going to be alright?" He asked her as she hugged him, resting his head on top of hers for a moment. "Be careful, Lexie." He called after her, sighing as he watched her go. He had a bad feeling about this.
Kevay was right to have a bad feeling. He had been out less than an hour when he ran into trouble. As it happened, not everyone had forgotten about his last trip into town. In fact, a certain someone had been waiting for his return, and had been informed as soon as he stepped foot in Les Innocents. Sometimes time didn't heal, it just gave people longer to plot their revenge. Kevay didn't stand a chance. He had been taking a shortcut through an alley when his past caught up with him, again. He wasn't sure what had happened, but there was a sudden pain in the back of his head before the world went black, the present that he had bought for Lexie slipping from his grip, left abandoned on the floor. He was dragged none too gently into a waiting carriage at the other end of the alley, the door locked once he was thrown inside, carriage moving to rumble off down the cobble stoned street.
He had let Lexie down already, that had to be record time.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 28, 2010 11:49:00 GMT -5
"Huh...? Oh, sure." she nodded as she took the key, slipping it into her pocket and smiling to Kevay as best she could. "No, Kevay," she looked over her shoulder as she wandered away, "You be careful. I know what you're like." she did smile that time, a real one, before setting off into the city. He looked a lot calmer than she did, and she had to admit, that was enough to make her feel a little better. Even if he didn't feel as confident as he looked, Lexie was happy in the knowledge that he at least had a vague idea of what he could do to help her brother. Because she had panicked and she didn't have a clue - it was nice to have someone to rely on for a little while. She almost believed that they could do this, that it could really happen.
She wasn't feeling in such high spirits after her visit to the prison, however. It was obvious as to which one the criminals from the docks had been taken into; naturally, it was the big, scary blemish on the otherwise picturesque and beautiful landscape of Les Innocents. But thankfully for Lexie, she hadn't had to lie to get inside. Apparently it didn't matter who visited these prisoners, though an armed guard was always present outside the grimy cell, just in case.
As the jester trailed back towards the inn when the sun was beginning to sink down over the horizon and the stalls were beginning to pack up, she was probably as low as she could get. Her head was down and tears fell freely, streaming down her face as she picked her way through the streets of Les Innocents. She ignored the looks she got from passers-by, so unlike the ones she usually drew. She just wanted to get back to the inn. The visit to the prison... well, there wasn't much that could have put her in a lower mood.
Her brother was going to die.
Romano and the other prisoners that had arrived that morning were sentenced to death in just a couple of days time, and she had no idea what to do. Kevay had said he was going to try to pull some strings, but even she had realised that yes, this was a man's world, and he didn't stand much of a chance against burly men who could knock him out with one fist and who were unaffected by his charm. But they had to figure something out, she couldn't let Romano die. Not after she had just found him again, and not when they were so close. If she had to bust into that prison herself and face the wrath of the guards, she was going to get him out.
She reached the inn just as darkness fell, wiping at her eyes and attempting to make herself look presentable as she shuffled through the doors. She wouldn't want to make Kevay worry or to risk not being able to think straight when they would need their wits about them more than ever.
But she was surprised, and not just a little worried when the innkeeper told her that the cupid hadn't been back since they had separated that morning, and that he hadn't seen him all day. Lexie knew how distracted Kevay could get, and that he would go off on a tangent at the strangest times, but he didn't seem as though he would do that sort of thing today. He'd seemed focused, as strange as it was for the little jester to admit. Which only left a sinking, horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, like a dead weight. She didn't know where it had come from, that crawling fear, but she got the sudden feeling that something awful had happened to her friend.
"Oh! This did come for you. I'd not pay it too much mind, though. The woman who handed it in ain't what you would call in her right mind." the innkeeper told her, looking worried at how pale and suddenly fragile she looked, producing a letter which Lexie accepted rather suspiciously.
She opened it with a flourish, mis-matched eyes scanning the words. A frown knotted her eyebrows together, and her hand shook as she looked up.
I have done a great thing in saving you from that menace...
You are safe now, you have nothing to fear...
That demon will harm no one else now...
I expect no reward, simply your gratitude...
"Who the hell gave you this?" Lexie waved the letter at the innkeeper, sounding nothing like her usually chipper self. She tugged the ribbons out of her hair, shaking her head so that the blonde curls tumbled down her back. She didn't feel so cheerful right now. The innkeeper looked at her like she was crazy, quickly stammering the address of their local lunatic.
Which was how Lexie found herself outside a large house in the middle of a city she didn't know, in the dark with nerves frayed to within an inch of her life. She was petrified about Romano, and now Kevay was missing as well. She didn't know how long it would be before she just gave up, taking a deep breath and reaching out to hammer at the door, the letter in one hand.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 28, 2010 14:32:41 GMT -5
The door was answered after a moment or two by an ancient looking butler, the man peering down at Lexie with eyes clouded by age, not at all seeming impressed to see her. "We do not give out charity." He told her coldly, obviously mistaking her for a begger. Had he known the circus was in town he wouldn't have bothered to answer the door at all. "My Mistress is ill, she is not accepting any visitors today." He told her, though his eyes narrowed as he spotted the letter in her hand. Without a warning he snatched it from her, opening it up and holding it close to his face to read it before scowling down at her. Ah, that changed everything.
"My Mistress is expecting you." He told her, sounding reluctant to let her in, handing her the letter back before turning to lead her along a dark corridor, instructing her to close the door behind her. The house was filled with odd trinkets and frankly scary looking paintings, filled with dust, looking uninhabited really. Everything was silent, floor boards creaking under their feet as they passed, the butler stopping suddenly by a door, pushing it open to reveal what looked to be a living room, a smell of damp and decay floating out. "I will wait outside to show you out, Mademoiselle Chanteloup has been expecting you to come show your gratitude."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 28, 2010 15:23:41 GMT -5
Lexie had seen her share of scary things since she'd met Kevay. Hell, Lady Jayne had been enough to frighten her half to death and push her over the edge into insanity permanently. But she still managed to feel an unnerving little chill creep up the length of her spine at the aged butler, the jester shivering involuntarily. She wasn't leaving, though. The 'lady' of this household had sent her a letter, and she'd done something with Kevay, and Lexie was about ready to snap if she didn't find him again soon. She was even beginning to feel his loss on a personal level; she missed him being around more than she'd ever expected to.
She had been about to snarl something to the extent that she wasn't there for charity, she was there to get Kevay back, but luckily the aged old butler recognised the letter in her hand, and she didn't have to shout at him. The jester nodded to him lightly, following him inside and clicking the door closed behind her.
Okay, it was dark and scary outside and haunting and CREEPY inside, Lexie didn't know which she preferred. She shied away from the walls and the weird paintings, picking her way self-consciously through the corridors after the butler. She must have picked up an extreme dislike to dirt from the cupid, being careful to hop over the creakiest floorboards and brushing the dust from her clothes, ducking under cobwebs.
"Merci." she muttered in a soft voice as the butler left her outside the living-room, Lexie covering her nose and mouth with one hand to stop the scent of decay from choking her. Oh, God. She got the most pleasant of jobs, didn't she?
"Mademoiselle?" she walked inside, her voice quiet. "I'm here about your letter..."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 28, 2010 15:49:21 GMT -5
Mademoiselle Chanteloup was seated on one of the frayed sofas, mould creeping over the velvet cushions. She was a frail old woman, looking small amongst all the ruffles of her dress, whispy grey hair falling out of the messy bun that it was tied up in. Her skin was marked deeply with wrinkles, breath rattling in her chest. She looked as though she were on her death bed, as though she did not have the strength in her to have picked up a quill and penned the letter to Lexie. Her eyes, however, were alive. Pale green in colour, lit by madness, fixing on Lexie as she steped into the room, the old woman chuckling to herself as though at some inner joke, the laugh giving way to a bout of coughing.
"Ah, ma cherie, you are here to thank me?" Her voice was shrill and dry, cutting through the still air like a knife. "There is no need, ma cherie, no need. Your gratitude is, of course, welcome. I know what it feels like to be liberated of that...that...demon." She rambled, gaze drifting away from Lexie, as though forgetting that she was there. "I remember. He left. Lies lies lies then he left and it was lonley. He will be the lonely one now, shall we see how he likes it? Yes, yes ma cherie, let us see how he likes being left alone for the rest of eternity. I have been waiting. Waiting and waiting and waiting, and he comes, and he will see."
She was mad. There was no denying it, the old woman was crazy.
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