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Post by Louise Dumas on Jul 6, 2018 18:37:02 GMT -8
Despite Louise's nature as an introvert, just about everyone needed to get out of the house every once and awhile. Even if that house was a literal gothic castle. She typically never strayed far from Carrefor town though. Such was the case on a particularly warm summer evening, in which she intended to visit the town that she had grown to cherish. Despite being one of their legal protectors in the eyes of the League, hardly anyone in Carrefor knew anything about they. They just knew her as some kind of monster. Usually it was only tourists who took the time to actually speak to her, assuming they weren't told to stay away. Today's trip simply involved a walk around the premises, and maybe a couple stores if she was feeling bold. Dressed in a simple black coat, with a hood on top of her head, she calmly made her way to the town of Carrefor.
Luckily there weren't many people out tonight, so she could be just as alone as she liked to be. With the stars as her guide, Louise hummed a bit as she had a lovely tune going in her head. The music put a bit of skip in her step, which almost made her seem like a normal girl going for a walk. That was until she ended up in the graveyard and decided to hang out there for a few hours on end. With some great ideas flowing, she just milled around as she tried to improve upon them. She didn't count on the noise she was making being heard, since she assumed no one would be around at this time of night. Unfortunately for her, that was exactly what happened.
It was both quiet and noisy in the little-secluded area he had been loitering in. He didn’t have anything in particular to do. His office was closed for the night, he had already eaten, and the train itself wasn’t due to leave until the morning. It meant he had free time and for some reason, the solitude of the graveyard called to him. He wasn’t completely certain as to why. Something about the dead and death itself called to him. The delicately of life and how easy it was to have life itself slip your fingers so suddenly… it was simply awe striking to think about. It nearly took his breath away just having the thoughts run through his body. He had seen life slip through his fingers. How that last breath seeped from the body before there was simply nothing left but an empty shell. As morbid as it was, it still fascinated him. Sadly, his love for life and death was very rarely shared by others so naturally, those were thoughts he kept to himself.
For now, he was satisfied with simply visiting the graveyard. He didn’t know exactly what he hoped to find out there, alone, but pull to be there didn’t lessen any. If there was something he learned to trust, it was his raw instincts. They had kept him alive and helped him get to where he was now. He would not simply turn his back and ignore them now. Perhaps if he was really lucky, a ghost of some long dead being would suddenly show up and give him a story of the afterlife. He believed there had to be one. Perhaps not the same as the religions in the world claimed, but there had to be more to death than an empty nothingness.
There she was. His answer. Not the answer to death itself, but to the reason he had been drawn to the graveyard that night. She was beautiful with pale skin and hair, just like his own. For a moment he almost thought she could be a ghost, but after a few seconds of watching her, he knew she wasn’t. She seemed distracted by something. Lost in her own musings and from what he could gather, she hadn’t noticed him yet. That would change in a few moments.
Without a word, Hades strolled over to the woman, clearing his voice once he had drawn close enough. “Excuse me,” though he raised his words to almost shout, his tone was still soft and somewhat soothing. “Might I ask what you are doing?” She clearly wasn’t out here to visit a grave, so he figured his question would be a better way to the break the ice over awkwardly saying hello.
Post by Louise Dumas on Jul 8, 2018 20:52:43 GMT -8
Louise's moment in the graveyard suddenly found itself suddenly being interrupted as a voice materialized from behind her. At first the darkness of the night solified itself to block her vision, but she eventually made out what she looking for. It was a boy of some kind. With similar whiteish hair to her own, it seemed like he too belonged in the evening. She was pulled out of the music due to his existence, however a new type of creation began to form in her head. This would be a painting, a painting that could incorporate all of this boy's soft and intriguing features.
Deciding to respond to his question, she simply said, "I was drawn to the death. It's relaxing." She then figured that this must have been a tourist. After all, its not like many of the town's actual residents like to venture into the graveyard at night. After all, thats when the vampire was on the prowl. "You aren't from here. You don't know about me," she said while being devoid of all emotion in her words. At this point, there was little to be gained from talking sweetly to this boy, so she didn't. She just wanted to try and avoid being disturbed further.
Shock washed over him, seeping through his very skin, leaving an odd prickling sensation over the surface. It was an unusual reaction for him. He rarely felt such emotions and he wasn't certain if it had been her voice that caused it or the words she spoke. Perhaps it had been a bit of both. Either way, the reaction he felt, though it was strong on the inside, showed very little on the outside. He had managed to hold his usual soft, calm smile on lips. It had only faltered for a second before he pushed those emotions back down into the pit of abyss. Feelings such as that were reserved only for certain, inspiring individuals. Make no mistake, she had caught his attention. Clearly whatever had pulled him here had pulled him here for her.
"Most would claim the opposite," he had replied with a simple comment to her answer, not bothering to push it further for the time being. Just like her, he was often drawn to death as well, feeling it just as a relaxing. However, he was not about to admit that aloud. Not yet. He didn't know this woman and he didn't trust people any more than he trusted a maniac with a knife. No, for now, he would keep his dark secrets to himself, only allowing his practiced, outer shell to show.
"No, I'm not," he answered her, feigning a look of curiosity as he looked at her. "Why? Is there something about you I should know? You're not a famous performer, are you? I am horrible with modern-day fame." Though he posed the question, he already believed he knew the answer. It had simply been asked to feign ignorance while he tried to get the real answer out of her. He didn't figure that would be hard. She had been the one to bring it up in the first place so something told him she would explain what she meant by it. That wasn't all he had been doing by asking the question though. Hades had a unique ability to sense and feel others emotions, and while he asked the question, he using those powers in an attempt to see if he could feel her emotions towards the real answer.
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