by CroWWing » Wed Mar 21, 2007 2:47 am
Dark-fall. At home in her manor grand - the old place creaked and moaned as if it were a live thing.
In the library to be exact, surrounded by her beloved books and undisputed domain. So much more she could of claimed if she had pushed the issue, then again her kind ruled from behind the throne. Not upon the satin and velvet cushions. King maker and King breaker. She was good at breaking things - even people. Practice made perfect.
Now she sat in a elegant, seemingly fragile chair. Curve of wood leg, graceful arc - ending in a traditional claw foot, Quill, parchment and ink were before her. Smudges of the black liquid decorated her fingers. Quiet place, at least for the moment. Only the sound of a antique time piece toked out the perhaps wrong hours of the day..
Silent little stockinged feet, ash pale colored curls. So perfect was the black dress. Doll like lace decorated the pretty hems and there she was, peering over the edge of the desk Crow used as a writing table. Gray eyes met near like same and that piping voice echoed out in a curious way against the quiet, still air.
" It has happened again" She said. Voice muffled into her small pale hands. Still that set of very wise old eyes looked at Crow and waited for her response. So odd, such eyes set into that cherub face
Crow said nothing, simply taking it in. Just a look and the quill with it's feathered end was put aside. Her own hands clasped together, writing inked fingers interlocking with one another. Almost a gesture of prayer, or supplication - then again the child like being knew better.Words spoken from pursed caramel lush mouth.. "Yes. I expected as much. I did my best to try and avert such actions. Then again, you know humanity is rather dim."
Now she came and crawled up into CroWWing's lap, snuggling close. There was even a ragged teddy bear she held by a worn velvet arm. Poor thing was even threating to rip away. Once more that fairy like piping voice echoed out. "It's more a desperate cry for attention. Dead bodies littered about will always do the trick."
Curved close, teddy and all. Into the protective arms of one who cared. odd really that such beings could have such fierce and often at times bloody loyalty for one another. Then again, there was actually a code of honor among her kind. Almost militaristic. Never betray a kinsman and never leave anyone behind.
"Yes, I know that well enough. Still. It is somewhat troubling. Pawns used for no good reason. Then again I am sure the reason will be revealed soon enough." Words that were punctuated with a soft press of cool lip to even cooler cheek.
One mature hand was disentangled from the little girl side, scrabbling for a moment in a drawer that opened with a push of a digit. Ink stained fingers grasped a small thing between. A glimmer of platinum and diamonds. Signature things of this woman.
" Here. Just in case you need it. It will take you to a safe place in case you are ever in trouble you can not get out of." Such jewelry was of course beautiful and functional and made to fit the tiny fingers of the young miss.
Crow knew her companion. Well.
Sat. Still and quiet. Crow knew well enough there would be blessed little quiet in the future. Then again, she was not that concerned. It was more like an irritation. A rash that would simply not go away.. bothersome thing. Purse of lip again. She and the princess.
Two of many.
"For there is nothing either good or bad, thinking makes it so."- William Shakespeare