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~IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT~
I’M OFF TO A NEW BLOG AND SO ARE LYRIEUX AND LEXIEUX. I NEED A FRESH START. I’LL FOLLOW PEOPLE ON THE NEW ONE, NOT TO WORRY.
ooc: Part of me wants to completely remake this blog, part of me just wants to move it to mu multi-muse blog. I’m just trying to narrow down how many blogs I own because really, Its getting too much but this is one of my favorites. So it might end up staying on its own... but being completely remade because I’ve signed in today to so much hate that it’s unreal.
So a new blog may be needed.
OOC:
I REALLY WANT TO GET BACK ON THIS BLOG MORE.
LIKE THIS IF YOU WOULD LIKE A STARTER.
“Yes. My parents are going to be livid, without a doubt.” No– more than just livid. There was a slight shift in the young lady's expression, a diminutive wince she tried best to veil as she envisioned what harsh words and penalties they would have in store for this offense, and secretly, her heart was hammering in fearful anticipation. Yet that small, though cautious voice that may whisper to go back home lay dormant. The girl figured she should make the best of this while she could; after all, if she always let fear of consequence get in the way, life would be expedient and thin, wouldn’t it?
“That’s good to know. Considering my luck I would probably be in a very unpleasant situation by now if you hadn’t distracted me.” It was a wonderful diversion, a pleasant delight to find someone new– a refreshing class from all those mundane and dull formalities. “Lebane.. I’ve never heard of such a town. What would bring you here?” Glimmers of curiosity and interest all in her gaze.
Livid? Lyri thought back to what little memory he had of his parents, what little, clouded thoughts he had about them to play through over and over. He forever wondered what life would have been like if things had played out differently, if things had gone more to plan and less down the horrendously tragic route. However, he kept as such deep inside; locked.
“I’m sure they’re more worried about you, than anything else....Just want to keep you safe. There are... monsters... out here, after all.” He tried to assure; wasn’t that what people were meant to say? He hardly knew, he was numb to most things. But the monsters? Ah yes, he knew about those too well... he was poisoned by one himself, he housed one inside... as deep inside as his thoughts.
“Lebane... quite a hidden little town about six miles to the west, near the river.” His mismatched eyes turned to face the female once more; “I came to visit... family.” He uttered, gaze turning back to the gravestones they were stood before; he always rathered his grandparents to his parents. And those were the ones currently laying, rotted and decomposed, under their feet.
She nodded, “it would loose its charm.” She agrees quietly. She looks at the candles, this house was getting better by the steps she took. She studied the staircase in wonder. She grinned, “I’m not surprised about the schooling. Not very many people talk the way you do. So proper…it’s refreshing and nice.” She says honestly
Lexi couldn’t help but laugh; proper? Perhaps he didn’t notice the tone of his voice much now, he didn’t exactly speak much outside of the manor and never did he think of actually listening to how he pronounced anything. But his schooling really was only for a short while, perhaps up until the age of five, maybe just about six; he couldn’t remember.
“...Like I said, it was only for a short time and my brother, it was even shorter. We’re mostly self taught but Lyrieux cannot read or write.”
As the manor drew closer, Kat took note of all the details of the house. She knew she would probably mess up the tea and never be invited to such a nice place again, so she drank in every detail.
She listened closely to what he had to say, then nodded and put her fingertips on his forearm. “I’ll follow your steps.” She says quietly. She studied the doors and then started to study his face. He was quiet good looking…she shook the thought from her head. She just needed to focus on not messing up. “So I’m guessing you were homeschooled?” She asks with a small, joking smile.
“We were thinking about getting the place renovated but... eh....It would be far too much work... far too much money. And it holds a certain charm in its state of dilapidation.” The male pushed at the oak doors ad wandered inside where candles littered the grad staircase; pools of wax trailing eerily down the balustrade.
“Homeschooled?” He smiled; “Yes, for a short time though the both of us are mostly self taught in most things.”
She laughed, then followed him quietly. When they made it to the grounds she looked upon the house in wonder. It looked like a house from a child’s horror story. The grass was kept, but the house looked somewhat sad. She smiled at him, “It looks nice.” She says honestly. “Sad, but nice.”
“Yeah.... that’s about right...” The male looked towards the grand manor house as it slowly became bigger, drawing closer to its large oak doors that lay slightly ajar. “Some of the flooring is rotten, as are the stairs and the entire west wing is off limits due to structural damage... So stay close, okay? Until we get to the safer side.”
Kat thought about it. “The manor sounds ok.” She says “I personally don’t like places with a bunch of people.” She explains. She rose from the bench, “lead the way, shining knight.”
The male offered up a small smile as he began wandering towards the edge of the park and then onwards to the lanes that lead up to the manor house atop the hill. “Nor I; I much prefer places of solitude for the most part.” He muttered, “I must worn you, though; the Earl of the manor, my brother, is somewhat estranged.”
It took her a few seconds to realize what he was saying, “why?” She asks curiously. “As long as there is no major danger I should be fine.” She says with a small smile
“Nah... he should be asleep, in theory. No worries, I’ll be there.” The white haired male smiled softly, following his knowledge of the paths to return to the manor’s grounds. Though the manor itself was evidently in disrepair; almost hauntingly so; the grounds that lay at its feet were perfectly kept.
There, a porcelain hand did barely touch her chin as Miss Victoriano tipped her head to the side, a light giggle eliciting from crimson lips. A grin was then joined with her usual cherubic disposition, happiness once again emanating from the ravenette. Someone’s company was quite pleasant, very much so. Though, when your life consists of austere rules to abide and near-alienation, anyone’s company is welcomed with open arms. Spending her leisure time was very brief - and sometimes not so when forbidden - so she knew her actions should be taken wisely.
“Oh no, I’m quite well– thank you ! .. I just seem to have gotten a bit lost is all. I’m curious ; Are you from around here, sir?” Something in the way words threaded together evoked a sense of not wanting to be found–just yet, anyway. Miss Victoriano wasn’t a spoiled child, despite having been born and raised in an incredibly wealthy estate. Ordinary, modern ways of amusement weren’t very familiar to the girl. Since childhood leaving the manor was forbidden due to tyrannical parents. Her world was archaic and limited ; the young lady still lived a rather monotonous life. Getting lost was fun.
Slender arms poised themselves behind his back, loosely crossed; those mismatched eyes observed the female before him a sense of something he recognized seemed to emanate from her but he said nothing, keeping such thoughts locked well within the confines of his darkened mind.
“Lost?” An eyebrow gently quipped, eyes faintly clouding; “... I’m afraid I am not from around here... Several miles to the west; I come from the small town of Lebane.” Lost, now that was concerning, especially at such a time of night.
“Surely, a young lady such as your self should not be wandering alone in an unfamiliar place at such an hour; here are predators out there, you know~” Yes, and he was usually one of them. “...but I assure you, you are quite safe with me, my lady~”
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Voices echoed through the chambers of the church and out into the surrounding cemetery; ghostly tones that sang of hope, of afterlives, of heaven and earth, of lies, seemed to weave between the grass blades, the headstones. Like an unstoppable force, the movement of the hymn seemed to rustle the leaves on a breezeless day, seemed to silence all creatures that would have been in the surrounding area. It was an eerie chorus of falsities, of emptypromises. The church choir were not hailing an audience, or any supposed gods that loomed above the earth; no, they were supposedly praising the glorious dead that lay below the grounds of the vast cemetery; a common occurrence on a Sunday evening.
Candles had been lit in vigil around the cemetery grounds itself; the pale glow of light illuminating each headstone in turn. It was rather beautiful to see a sea of flickering lights spread over various spreads of earth on different levels. Even as the sun said its final goodbyes, the lights remained lit.
Boots sounded gently against the cobbled pathways of the grounds; arms wrapped around a torso in an attempt to keep warm. Now the sunlight had disappeared, the chill of the night had set in to the outdoors and shivers came over the scrawny male form. Sharpened nails tapped on the leather of a jacket, mismatched eyes scanning the perimeter fence as the last of the guests left.
The breath of a sigh could be seen as lips parted for a cigarette to poise between them; pace quickening as he headed for the mortuary on the far side, his path lit by small candles.
ooc: Today, I am Drocell Keinz from Kuroshitsuji.
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Voices echoed through the chambers of the church and out into the surrounding cemetery; ghostly tones that sang of hope, of afterlives, of heaven and earth, of lies, seemed to weave between the grass blades, the headstones. Like an unstoppable force, the movement of the hymn seemed to rustle the leaves on a breezeless day, seemed to silence all creatures that would have been in the surrounding area. It was an eerie chorus of falsities, of emptypromises. The church choir were not hailing an audience, or any supposed gods that loomed above the earth; no, they were supposedly praising the glorious dead that lay below the grounds of the vast cemetery; a common occurrence on a Sunday evening.
Candles had been lit in vigil around the cemetery grounds itself; the pale glow of light illuminating each headstone in turn. It was rather beautiful to see a sea of flickering lights spread over various spreads of earth on different levels. Even as the sun said its final goodbyes, the lights remained lit.
Boots sounded gently against the cobbled pathways of the grounds; arms wrapped around a torso in an attempt to keep warm. Now the sunlight had disappeared, the chill of the night had set in to the outdoors and shivers came over the scrawny male form. Sharpened nails tapped on the leather of a jacket, mismatched eyes scanning the perimeter fence as the last of the guests left.
The breath of a sigh could be seen as lips parted for a cigarette to poise between them; pace quickening as he headed for the mortuary on the far side, his path lit by small candles.
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Bespoke tendrils of relaxed music seemed to drift through the halls of the dilapidated manor house; creaking wooden floor boards provided an out-of-time percussion to the tunes being played. The discoloured ivory’s of the piano were pressed lightly with bony, slender fingers that were coloured with purples and blues in the form of recent bruises.
A well-dressed male paced the library; the books and units that housed them were one of few collections that were cared for in the withering building. Old pages filled with knowledge were left untouched on dusted shelves, maps and diagrams tidied away into draws for no eyes to see. It was a sorry sight, for the desk of which they were once red was dwindled with woodworm, damaged by candle wax and worn down in the grain.
His gaze was trained on the clouded window that was speckled with rain; the heavens above were soon to open with an unfathomable downpour. The wind had already turned bitter; the gentle fog was twisting down from the mountains lying just a few miles beyond.
Clock hands moved onwards, posing now near enough one-o-clock.
“They’ll be here soon. I wish everything to be ready.” The gentleman spoke; the younger, dark haired male stopping in playing the piano and instead looked up with his mismatched eyes. Receiving visitors to the manor was a rare occurrence; sometimes being rented as a place that various meetings, gatherings and whatnot could be held out of the way of prying eyes. Occult members, doctors, inventors, experimenters; the vast grounds of the old manor as well as ample space that could be modified as it was seen fit was often a unique point that drew in those willing to be hidden.
As the car pulled up outside, a member of staff was sent ahead to open the large, oak doors that lay between the grand staircase’s entrance hall and the outside’s chilling weather. Candles and wax littered the staircase; no longer lit and illuminating the large space since electricity had been recently restored.
“Welcome, friends, to Von-Prasslett manor.” The elder male spoke, quipping a smirk; “I am Xavier. I am afraid my dearest Elisabeth will not be with us, she had business to attend to in Prague.” His gaze turned to the young, raven haired male that hung back; “My son, Lyrieux, will adhere to any requests that you have during your stay. Please, ask; no matter the time of day. And make yourselves comfortable, guests.”
The earl made his exit; leaving the younger, silent male stood in front of the newcomers. He remained so for just a moment, before drawing in a long breath;
“Would you like to be shown to your rooms?”
ooc:
I’m really wanting to do more regarding the Universe where Lyrieux’s curse, his brother and whatnot is all in his head and he is suffering from severe mental problems after his parent’s and brothers death all those years ago.
Gwen knocked on the large door and stood patiently in the rain, hoping for one of the brothers to open it up and welcome her in. She had been worried about them, she never heard anything from them unless she visited them herself, and that's what she was intending to do. "Lyri?? Lexi??" She called up to the closed windows above her.
The blonde male came dawdling up the driveway, spotting the female. He kept his slow pace as he grew closer, releasing a sigh as he ran his fingers over his forehead.
“Hey…” He breathed, legs aching from the long walk.
Gwen looked at him, sure enough the two were almost identical,, “Whoa, you look almost as if you’re twins…..it’s kind scary actually….what happened to make you change again. I forgot how this stuff goes down.”
Lexi laughed, sipping at his tea; “…I chose to. It look a lot of bribery to be allowed but… well, I was allowed eventually.” He smiled; “I might switch back for a little bit, sometime.”
Gwen smiled sweetly at her friend, “Well as long as you’re happy with how you look so am I.” The young lady also sipped at her tea, “S-Shall I go check on Lyri or…..?”
The pale male offered up a small smile; “Much better than I was, I believe the more feminine appearance suits my personality more. Since I can only guess what I would have looked like~” His eyes drifted to the ceiling; “Lyrieux? Nah, leave him be... he’ll be out and about as and when he wants to be.”