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Ω we'll say this is by some sort of message system. and purely for my own curiosity
The corners of her mouth curl into a wide, wicked smile. "Oh Mattie, such a sweet boy. I do hope he's enjoying his little present, he was such a pleasure to have around~" Her laugh is no longer a coy chuckle, but the cackle of a madwoman filling the small room with a haunting air.
((Eh heheh,my character is rather judgmental and unapproachable so he doesn’t know much people. BUT he always has a few things to say about them based on observations and first impressions!
Sounds like fun!...
You know, I would say come bother Cam, but who knows if visitors are even allowed at this point...
"Lady, I don't even behave for my parents, what makes you think I'll behave for you?"
"Because, darling, your parents won't slip poisonous snakes into your bed. While you are sleeping~"
(Been watching 'The Mummy Returns'. Nuff said.)
((Sketch out three comic pages this morning, feel productive, realize I don't actually have a scanner supported by my computer anymore.
Sob and proceed to redraw everything. ))
Hello Camelia, has anyone told you you look like a pirate today?
Sometimes I wonder how I ever understand my sketches....though it doesn't help that I drew the stupid coat/jacket on the same layer as the actual outfit. Lines....should be fun.
Aaaaaand now to finish that darn alt outfit for Cam.
Also this little lovely's name is Ameerega--obtained in Corus and story coming soon.
Blergharreerghlablr.
That awkward moment where you spend all weekend studying for a beastly final only to realize you don't have until midnight on the 17th for round 2, you literally have until the 17th.
And studying is still more important crap.
One of these days I’ll get the hang of this whole ‘paneling’ and ‘dialogue’ thing. I don’t think I’ll ever get the hang of this drawing thing nope.
Whoops wrong blog.
Round Prologue--Trying something new. Not sure how much I care for it but for now I'm committed.
The Nightmare
“Of course not. You would be insane to expect someone this late. Regardless, will you let me in?” With the moonlight at his back, his face is cast into shadow, and eyes turn from warm to a cold black. He looks a bit anxious in spite of himself.. nervous for something. But he still procures a smile, as per usual, and he’s nothing but gentlemanly.
She chuckles lightly, “But of course Mr. Tuvel. What sort of person would I be if I refused a simple visit from a dear friend~?” stepping aside for him to enter she takes note of his appearance. The moonlight certainly lent to his flair for mystery.
Once inside the room, he relaxes more, but his breathing still seems tight. The darkness inside perplexes him for a moment, but not any longer. After all, it was Camelia. The woman had this strange affinity for being a tad unsettling. Looking at her the best he can, Matthias takes a step toward her, drawing closer to the much shorter woman. ”Tell me, Mrs. Caldwile, what did I interrupt? I do hope it wasn’t extensively important.”
That’s what it is. He’s intoxicated. Not very much, but it’s enough that even he begins to notice. Perhaps he had had one too many glasses… But it doesn’t matter at the moment. Right now, his mind is focused on something besides how much wine he had consumed.
“Oh no darling, not at all. Just a little light reading before bed.” she lets the door close behind him and takes a slight step backward—after all, no need to get a crick in her neck looking directly up at him. “And you, Mr. Tuvel? What brings you here at such an hour, hm~?” the wine on his breath isn’t hard to miss. Another interesting note. Deary, but he might just be…
She smirks. They would just have to see, wouldn’t they~?
“I’ve a favor to ask. ..Somewhat. I needed to get away from an… unsettling situation.” He leans a bit forward in spite of himself, and looks at her more closely. ”If I may…”
He doesn’t wait for any permission, lifting her chin upward and leaning down to kiss her dark lips.
She presses a cautionary hand against his chest, but that doesn't prevent his cool lips from meeting hers. And when they part a moment later there's a different sort of smirk on her narrow face. "A favor, you say, and an...unsettling situation? Do tell~" she leads him away from the door with quiet grace and a glance over her shoulder.
The Nightmare
“Of course not. You would be insane to expect someone this late. Regardless, will you let me in?” With the moonlight at his back, his face is cast into shadow, and eyes turn from warm to a cold black. He looks a bit anxious in spite of himself.. nervous for something. But he still procures a smile, as per usual, and he’s nothing but gentlemanly.
She chuckles lightly, “But of course Mr. Tuvel. What sort of person would I be if I refused a simple visit from a dear friend~?” stepping aside for him to enter she takes note of his appearance. The moonlight certainly lent to his flair for mystery.
Once inside the room, he relaxes more, but his breathing still seems tight. The darkness inside perplexes him for a moment, but not any longer. After all, it was Camelia. The woman had this strange affinity for being a tad unsettling. Looking at her the best he can, Matthias takes a step toward her, drawing closer to the much shorter woman. ”Tell me, Mrs. Caldwile, what did I interrupt? I do hope it wasn’t extensively important.”
That’s what it is. He’s intoxicated. Not very much, but it’s enough that even he begins to notice. Perhaps he had had one too many glasses… But it doesn’t matter at the moment. Right now, his mind is focused on something besides how much wine he had consumed.
"Oh no darling, not at all. Just a little light reading before bed." she lets the door close behind him and takes a slight step backward--after all, no need to get a crick in her neck looking directly up at him. "And you, Mr. Tuvel? What brings you here at such an hour, hm~?" the wine on his breath isn't hard to miss. Another interesting note. Deary, but he might just be...
She smirks. They would just have to see, wouldn't they~?
The Nightmare
It’s later than usual for a visit. He’s been doing it a lot lately he notices at the back of his thoughts. Not that he plans to change it though. Soft footsteps pausing their echo down the empty moonlit halls, gloved knuckles rap against the dark wood of the door. He knows she’s still up—he can feel that strange presence that surrounds her consciousness, even without reaching out. Dropping the hand quietly and slipping it into his jacket pockets, Matthias waits outside the door with increasing apprehension. Rem had not allotted him very much time…
A knock? At this hour? How curious. She makes her way to the door, ghostly purple trails a whisp in the night before vanishing completely in the dark. She can still hear the faint whispers, of course she can hear the whispers. Always there, their voices wrapped around her like a ghostly fog.
“Mr. Tuvel,” her mouth twitches into a coy smirk even before the door is fully open. “I certainly wasn’t expecting you at this hour.” she leans against the doorway, watching him with an almost predatory gaze.
“Of course not. You would be insane to expect someone this late. Regardless, will you let me in?” With the moonlight at his back, his face is cast into shadow, and eyes turn from warm to a cold black. He looks a bit anxious in spite of himself.. nervous for something. But he still procures a smile, as per usual, and he’s nothing but gentlemanly.
She chuckles lightly, "But of course Mr. Tuvel. What sort of person would I be if I refused a simple visit from a dear friend~?" stepping aside for him to enter she takes note of his appearance. The moonlight certainly lent to his flair for mystery.
The Nightmare
It's later than usual for a visit. He's been doing it a lot lately he notices at the back of his thoughts. Not that he plans to change it though. Soft footsteps pausing their echo down the empty moonlit halls, gloved knuckles rap against the dark wood of the door. He knows she's still up--he can feel that strange presence that surrounds her consciousness, even without reaching out. Dropping the hand quietly and slipping it into his jacket pockets, Matthias waits outside the door with increasing apprehension. Rem had not allotted him very much time...
A knock? At this hour? How curious. She makes her way to the door, ghostly purple trails a whisp in the night before vanishing completely in the dark. She can still hear the faint whispers, of course she can hear the whispers. Always there, their voices wrapped around her like a ghostly fog.
"Mr. Tuvel," her mouth twitches into a coy smirk even before the door is fully open. "I certainly wasn't expecting you at this hour." she leans against the doorway, watching him with an almost predatory gaze.
(Seeing Fruke repost Matthias in 5 years reminded me that I had this floating around.)
Plague, where Matthias had previously collapsed in Camelia's room and is now bedridden and very ill.
The room is silent but for his pained groans as she watches him fight off feverish nightmares with a sadistic smile. She was almost jealous that something beyond her was causing his pain. Almost. And while she wasn't adding to his illness, she hadn't exactly done much to soothe it either.
It's not until he starts muttering another woman's name that her conscience is pricked--funny, that, for jealousy to drive her compassion. Pulling on a glove she brushes his forehead gently before laying a cool, damp washcloth over the clammy skin. Skin that was normally frigid no doubt felt like it was lit on fire--but she knew better than to test that theory with her un-gloved fingers. Not when their more...intimate moments left him ill and shaking for hours afterwards.
No, she knew better than that...
