Post by Ellesa on Dec 23, 2010 13:41:50 GMT -5
Ellesa had a habit of finding them, the spare rooms that held little reason to exist. Many were locked, but few locks had to remain that way. It took a bit of fiddling, and she felt likely to break a door knob, but Ellesa didn't care.
This castle wasn't home. The place was only temporary. What did she care if it were vandalized, invaded? Why didn't she go to the town and just .... get rid of it. Because truthfully, Ellesa didn't want to leave.
The vampire brushed cobwebs away, the ghost of them lingering on her dead flesh. Funny. Well, Ellesa had never liked spiders. Those dead things crunched under foot, spiders and the bones of little creatures. Here Ellesa found another of those unopened doors. Why should she be restricted to the main halls of the gloomy residence?
At least here the knob turned easy.
Inside she found a room, dark as all the others. They really, really needed to invest in some sort of light, but perhaps that was just too human? Hmm. Candles would suit them well. Romulus had some in the main hall, although they were rarely lit. It wasn't like they really needed light to see in these shadowy chambers.
There were a few shelves, and it looked like ... a bedroom. Had the occupants of here ever truly slept? It must have just been for show, perhaps, or for visitors. In the corner Ellesa's blue green gaze found a piano, old with dusty keys. Did it even work? Carefully, Ellesa walked up to it, as if afraid she might frighten it. Pale fingers found the keys, and she noted with a bit of a frown that her fingers were whiter than the keys were.
Intriguing. So someone had once used this thing, and now it had fallen in to disrepair. Ellesa eased the rickety piano bench out with one foot, looking around for something ...
A hankerchief, or at least some sort of rag. It was rather decorative, in any case. Doubtless it had actually been used for the original creation intent. Now Ellesa took the lacy thing in hand and swiped it over the keys. Then, holding her breath, she pushed a key.
As it let out a distorted, off sound, she realized holding her breath was silly. Small laughter welled over the disappointment.
Oh well. It had been silly to think ...
This castle wasn't home. The place was only temporary. What did she care if it were vandalized, invaded? Why didn't she go to the town and just .... get rid of it. Because truthfully, Ellesa didn't want to leave.
The vampire brushed cobwebs away, the ghost of them lingering on her dead flesh. Funny. Well, Ellesa had never liked spiders. Those dead things crunched under foot, spiders and the bones of little creatures. Here Ellesa found another of those unopened doors. Why should she be restricted to the main halls of the gloomy residence?
At least here the knob turned easy.
Inside she found a room, dark as all the others. They really, really needed to invest in some sort of light, but perhaps that was just too human? Hmm. Candles would suit them well. Romulus had some in the main hall, although they were rarely lit. It wasn't like they really needed light to see in these shadowy chambers.
There were a few shelves, and it looked like ... a bedroom. Had the occupants of here ever truly slept? It must have just been for show, perhaps, or for visitors. In the corner Ellesa's blue green gaze found a piano, old with dusty keys. Did it even work? Carefully, Ellesa walked up to it, as if afraid she might frighten it. Pale fingers found the keys, and she noted with a bit of a frown that her fingers were whiter than the keys were.
Intriguing. So someone had once used this thing, and now it had fallen in to disrepair. Ellesa eased the rickety piano bench out with one foot, looking around for something ...
A hankerchief, or at least some sort of rag. It was rather decorative, in any case. Doubtless it had actually been used for the original creation intent. Now Ellesa took the lacy thing in hand and swiped it over the keys. Then, holding her breath, she pushed a key.
As it let out a distorted, off sound, she realized holding her breath was silly. Small laughter welled over the disappointment.
Oh well. It had been silly to think ...