Post by Mildre(a)d "Bagley-Aldaine" on Sept 27, 2010 0:23:36 GMT -5
Breathe in slowly now; Darling, don't lie to me.
Inhale truth; I plead for you--my only hope.
Don't lie, don't leave.
Inhale truth; I plead for you--my only hope.
Don't lie, don't leave.
Dirty, scuffed shoes kicked at air, air as cold as the feet they protected. It wasn't a chill, it wasn't a cold; it was a simple matter of life and death. What was dead didn't stay warm for long, and that was just what she was, wasn't she?
Dead.
Mildre(a)d looked down, gaze lingering on the forest floor far beneath her. It wasn't very long ago that she'd be terrified of such heights, but being dead did some things to you, one of the main ones being cleansing you of mortal fears. It wasn't quite yet autumn, but there were more than a few leaves laying around regardless. She was looking forward to autumn, it had always been her favorite season. Spring, for all she cared, could stay away with all the rain (and slippery sidewalks) and pollen (and crazy allergies) and love (sad nights alone). All of those hazards were gone now that "Daddy" had saved her life.
Death?
She still wasn't sure what she was supposed to be classified as. Dead, alive? Undead just sounded gross and brought to mind the Inferi phenomenon she'd learned about in one of her classes. Sure, "Vampire" sounded classy as it was but it just didn't fill her thirst for truth.
At least I'm not ugly, like one of those Nosferatu.' She thought to herself. It made her feel vain, but at least she was honest. She probably would have rathered her new Daddy to leave her to die rather than become bald, and ugly and...
She sniffed.
Smelly.
Existential vampire dillemas aside, however, she supposed she was happy to be "alive". She had a purpose now, and an easy life. She didn't have to fear wounds, they'd be gone by next twilight. She didn't have to worry about classes, worried parents--she felt a twinge of homesickness, but quickly waved it away with thoughts of her Romulus--and those damn Hufflepuffs.
She smiled, a fang glinting in the soothing moonlight. Cliche as it was--she ran her tongue over them as she thought--she rather enjoyed having them there, always in her mouth. They provided a sense of protection, of having a weapon of her own.
A measure of self-defense, so to speak, or not so self defense.
She kicked her feet not-so-absentmindedly in the air again, watching the ground for anything fun, like a squirrel or a lycan or maybe a snack.
Take your time; I’m only dying.
Patiently, I kneel here; dying.
Curse the blind, you curse the blind.
Deep inside is where it lies.
Darling, don't lie to me.
[/i]Patiently, I kneel here; dying.
Curse the blind, you curse the blind.
Deep inside is where it lies.
Darling, don't lie to me.
[OOC: First post for Orca.]45