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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 6:07 pm
Adriane nodded. She smiled, pulling her knees to her chest. "That definately beats our version of the tale," she said. She looked at the fire, sighing. "I hope Zil is ok...Its really cold out there..and he's a bit dizty when it comes to finding shelter and stuff." The sound of her voice showed more sadness that most of the time, and a slight twinge of longing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 6:14 pm
Lucien sighed as he leaned back in the old armchair. "I suppose I could at least help you search for him. I should know what it's like to loose someone to those harsh winds, and I'd hate to see the same happen to another...But that should wait for tomorrow. Attempting a search now would just be suicide for all involved." he said as he stood up and moved to leave the room. "For now you should rest and focus on warming yourself."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 6:23 pm
Adriane nodded. "Thank you again for letting me in," she said. "It was very kind of you." She looked at the fire and held out her hands. "I will be forever grateful."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 6:32 pm
Lucien stopped in the doorway to smirk grimly over his shoulder at Adriane. "I was a heartless man in my humanity. If not to work towards some hope of ridding myself of this curse, then to repent for that behavior is reason enough to give aid to others in any way I can. Your thanks is hardly necessary."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 6:39 pm
Adriane smiled. "I won't believe that for a moment. You're just kind." She got up and headed to her room. She patted Lucien on the back as she passed him. "Good night, Mr. Lucien..." She went to her door and closed it, grabbing a blanket, and sat by the window. She watched the snow outside for about an hour, and then dozed off into a light sleep.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:56 pm
As he left the den, Lucien retrieved his abandoned cloak and wrapped it back around himself, though he wasn't quite as hidden in it as he was before and allowed his head to remain showing. Going back to his own room, he took the scenic route through the castle, the nostalgia of retelling his tale making him want to go back to some of the old rooms and look back on the moments he and Luminette had shared.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 3:07 am
Zil laughed lightly as well, amused that 'Minnie' was clearly entertained by that version of the tale. "I'm glad you liked it" He smiled and then continued with a dark sound to his statement, "Say, you don't happen to be... related to that incident, do you?"
((OOC: ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 3:42 am
"Figured it out now, have you?" Luminette asked, her tone and behavior suggesting nothing more than playful good nature and perhaps a little amusement. Nevertheless, she answered his question a little more clearly shortly afterwards. "Well, maybe I am. Except I'm not nearly the soul-sucking seductress that people apparently think me to be." These words were accompanied by a giggle. "If you're all that interested, I can tell you the real story and maybe why the villagers came up with such a farce. Assuming you come back in less perilous circumstances, of course."
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 6:11 am
"You aren't? Zil said, still laughing a little. "My soul isn't nutritious anyway. I'm not a kid" He then leaned forward, eager to listen to the real story. "Oh, please do." He said, nodding. To this day, he really didn't believe the story but now that it seemed it really was the 'beauty' in that story he was with, he wouldn't mind listening to her version of the tale... Maybe shed some light on that centuries-old tale. He still couldn't believe the existence of witches or beasts though. But then again, he didn't believe in ghosts until he laid eyes on Luminette. He didn't want to tell her this, but he still lost some sanity whenever he looked straight at her spectral figure, beautiful as it was.
((OOC: Amnesia reference # ! >:3 ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 3:17 pm
"You aren't to tell anything to Lucien, the so-called beast, that he does not already know concerning my tale. If you do, I won't forgive you." Luminette calmly, almost eerilly warned Zil - believing that there was absolutely no need to open old wounds or to disturb Lucien any more than necessary. If he was still angry with her, all it would do is remind him of something unpleasant. If not, Luminette did not wish to be mourned. Nevertheless, she told her tale anyway. She would reveal perhaps a bit more than she'd like, but it was all for the sake of proving her innocence and explaining why the stigma to her name might have come to be.
"I never ever mentioned this, but my mother...was a witch. Whether or not she was the one that cursed Lucien I do not know. I did not know my father either, and in the time I was alive, this was already reason enough to damn us both. After all, no one trusted an unmarried woman with a b*****d at her hip. She was given no mercy once it was discovered that she was a witch. They publicly drowned her and intended for me to follow suit. The night after her death, one of her old lovers took pity on me and helped me escape. From there, I fled from my would be murderers and into the thralls of the blizzard. I came across a magnificent castle and banged on the door, begging and pleading for him to let me in. Lucien was reluctant, but he eventually consented - making me promise to do my part to help clean and tidy the castle while I would stay, and that I wasn't to linger once the blizzard had gone." Luminette let out a small giggle. "That blizzard lasted a hell of a long time. During which, he and I gradually got to know each other. He was always so reserved, yet always with good intentions. He could never voice his thoughts right and would get so frustrated with himself, so he often sounded far harsher than he intended. I was always so talkative and curious then. With how pushy, maybe even a little under-handed I could be, I wonder even now how he ever put up with me." This prompted another laugh as she continued to reminisce. "The blizzard couldn't last forever, however. When it was time for me to leave, I remembered what fate would await me, should I ever return to the village in which I was raised. Panicking, I sort of...black-mailed him into letting me stay. It was a bluff, but I threatened to tell all the villagers I met of his - in his oppinion - grotesque appearance. He...let me stay. As the days went on and the aftermath of that incident cooled over, we grew even closer. I sort of grew sweet on him and intended on telling him so. I prettied myself up as best as I could, the results you can see here and now, and I went to confess. I got nervous and hesitated, and then...I never got to confess. We got into an arguement over something I've long forgotten. I was upset, angry even, and stormed out of the castle. After that...well...you know the rest."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:23 am
Zil's mouth kind of gaped open and he narrowed his eyes, about to nod but hesitated as though understanding and not understanding at the same time. He then went on to say, "So... you... seduced him?" Nonetheless, he was able to piece together why it was said that she was cursed never to return. The truth was she couldn't return. The stigma of her mother being a witch must have given birth to the 'soul-eating' aspect of the myth. Her mother didn't even have to be a witch. It was possible that she was only 'accused' of being one. He then began to chuckle just to break the dark atmosphere, "Blizzards are bad news for that guy then"
((OOC: Oh geez. I just checked my grammar in my previous post... and nearly threw up. This is what I get for posting at 3 in the morning -.-" ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:56 am
"Seduced isn't the right word. It was more like he tolerated me and I developed a crush. That is it. No unladylike behavior on my part...except for my little bluff." As Luminette insisted on this small detail, her cheeks flushed up to a passionate pink. To avoid sounding even worse, her eyes began to search everywhere for something to ignite a less awkward topic. Just as she spotted a small tinderbox nearby, Zil mentioned the blizzard, prompting a small chuckle on the ghost's part. "They're bad news for everyone. Especially since it's getting dark and the winds are slowing all too...uh...slowly. There's a tinderbox with matches inside right over there, if you need a little extra light."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:16 am
Zil nodded, not wishing to question is ghostly companion any further about the matter lest she eat his soul... Or something like that. He then leaned over to take the tinderbox and said, "Oh thanks!" His eyes swiftly scanned the room for some firewood to ignite. He noticed some twigs and the occasional stable stick here and there and began to gather them into the middle of the rocky crevice until he got a good height to work with. Quickly, he brought out the flint, char-cloth and firesteel and began to strike the flint on the firesteel and as the charcloth caught the spark on the firewood, it began to glow and spread. The fire on the charcloth extinguished itself and Zil put all the contents back in the tinderbox and stuffed it into his pocket for further use. He sat down close to the fire, watching it move with curiosity as though it were the first time he'd seen a fire in a long time.
((OOC: Contrary to Amnesia belief, tinderboxes can be used more than once XD Daniel's just picky ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 2:19 pm
{Indeed!}
Luminette watched the fire, yet dared not touch it. Several moments were silent, which to be perfectly honest, she didn't very much care for. The only thing that kept her from returning to her corpse and the private 'tradition' she adhered to since the day of her death was the fact that she finally had someone to talk to - even if only for a little while. "Hey, Zil? Do I really seem like a vicious, lustful soul sucker?" she asked, remembering the tale as he'd told it earlier.
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