the fallen princess

Talitha de le Poer · 04-24-2011, 02:18 PM

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Her careful, silent study of his features left her wondering just what she had allowed into her dreamscape. Never before had she dealt with another speaking creature. Only ever Andrezej, and the since-forgotten situations in her time away from Inferni where she would think of Ezekiel. But this was a stranger. This scentless stranger was not a being she had met in her lifetime. His smile was unsettling. She wondered internally if it was wise to entertain interaction. Something was clearly wrong.

As his shadow changed, her eyes moved toward it, noting in horror the shape that gazed back. Yes, he must have been a demon. Slower than most would have, her fragile hand rose to mark the sign of a cross before her body — it was a strange gesture she rarely undertook.

But he seemed to know her. He spoke the name of her father, putting away his weapon and trying to push away his hair. It all tumbled back into place as he remained still. He didn't come near. She appreciated it. As the truth tumbled forward, breath caught in her chest. This stranger in her nightmare was the unknown grandfather she had felt connected to. The musician Corona spoke highly of, the man her aunt had wished she could meet. For the briefest moment, she couldn't believe it, but it was clear as she maintained a steady gaze.

"Corona told me about you."

It was strange to admit that. She knew so little apart from his artistic abilities, as his daughter only spoke praise of his skills rather than facts of his person. Was this man, this unknown grandfather, like her missing aunt? Or was he like her father, like her, unwell? The glimpsed smile from before left her believing the latter.

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