one of her own (aka a cool chick): vera & alys (closed)
A small laugh graced the vampire’s lips. “No, I suppose not.” she agreed. Truth be told, Vera had given up on the sun a long time ago. After years and years of pining after something she knew she could never have again, much to Kol’s urging, she had come to accept the fact that she wouldn’t see the sun again and so wishing she could was simply a waste of her time. And Vera Patras’ time was precious. “And yes, it does.” she replied looking up at the sky above her again for a brief moment.
After a few seconds of silence, though in all reality it may have been longer, Vera returned her gaze to the brunette in front of her. Time, though precious, seemed to pass in a different way when you were almost 1,000 years old. “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Vera Patras.” she greeted, extending her hand towards the other vampire.
Alys took Vera's hand in her own, her fingers hanging limply from the bones in her wrist. It was one of those flimsy ladylike touching-fingers "handshakes". Anything more seemed absurd to Alys. She only ever curtsied or allowed someone to kiss the upperside of her hand. She didn't expect Vera to do that; nowadays it seemed everyone had lost their courtesies.
"Pleasure, Vera," she smiled graciously with a polite nod. "Alys, Countess of the Vexin." It had been a long time since Alys had introduced herself as such. The words tasted familiarly sweet on her tongue. Truthfully, any land owning royal assumed that Alys had died several centuries before. The massacre of she and her family were just a tale to scare little children nowadays; no one would believe that she still owned that property of land. Yes, she was technically dead, so the title should pass onto an immediate relative. But she wasn't entirely dead. It was a grey area she had yet to take to court.


















