#frigid garden

[mariusthevampire]

||Do you think Marius would want any more fledglings? Is he perpetually lonely?

// I do think that Marius would in the future if he meets a human he comes to love.  He’s not anti-fledgling like other vampires have been, he can just be a bit picky (Sybelle and Benji a nice aberration).  He’s not too lonely now that he has something to do at Court.

[witch-of-annwn]

Roman was not one for verbal apologies- hell, he wasn't one for much verbal communication in general. Such an issue left the vampire to place one black dahlia along each window sill of the witch's home. Though, at her front door, a single white rose. He left no note or any indication of the sender. All was discrete. With that he left, quietly.

Waking up to strange phenomenon was not an uncommon occurrence for Emelia. However, that strange phenomenon being mysterious flowers left at each of her windows and at her door was a new one. 

Really there was only one likely suspect for this event. A particularly antisocial vampire with a penchant for both stalking and gardening. 

She’d have to ask what all of this was about the next time Roman turned up. Which, she had no doubt that he would. 

So she gathered up the various blossoms and put them in a vase to sit on a window sill in her kitchen. No need to let a perfectly good bouquet of flowers go to waste... 

[witch-of-annwn]

@telekinetic-thief ||Too bad for Roman on this one

Yeahh.... Roman’s got a ways to go before he can have Emelia’s permission to touch her. 

[witch-of-annwn]

A nod and a mumbled "understood" was all that came forth. Before joining the rain in its descent, Roman couldn't help but steal a glance at the witch. Fingers twitched ever so slightly, ignoring the temptation to snatch the cigarette from her possession. Backpedaling slowly down below, blue eyes were trained on Emilia, until he bowed and wished her a pleasant night.

Whatever she had expected Roman to do next, it was not what actually happened. 

He slunk off into the rain with a thoroughly dejected look on his face. Emelia almost felt bad for putting it there, but with the transgressions Roman had committed against her, it was hard to feel more than a passing pang of sympathy. 

She finished her cigarette and went back inside. 

[witch-of-annwn]

Sat along the windowsill he gazed down at the rain drops soaking his trousers. Perhaps this was the wrong time to ask where exactly his stood with the witch. Especially to those who had all the time in the world. "Am I... beyond forgiveness" Roman dares not look up, with one leg outside while the other tethers in between. One drop of water clung to his finger in desperation, just as his present state; his eyes were glued then.

Leaning out her window to sneak a cigarette had been a mistake. No sooner had she gotten the thing lit, than Roman had appeared, straddling the windowsill. A quip about vampires needing an invitation inside died on her tongue. Instead, she simply ignored him, smoking her cigarette without saying anything and without actually acknowledging Roman’s presence at her window. 

As such his question took her entirely by surprise. Her eyes finally slid over to the man, and studied him intensely before answering. She took a drag on the cigarette to further keep him in suspense. 

“No one is beyond forgiveness.” She said. “Or at least, such is my philosophy…” It had to be, or else her own sins would eat her alive. “But you’ve done nothing to prove to me that you deserve it…” 

[witch-of-annwn]

And test that theory he shall. Roman loved to challenge the witch; even if it could possibly mean his death. He purposely proceeded at a snails pace, inching his fingers forward. Although he was filled with humour, his facade remained emotionless, aside for his usual head-tilt. The vampire wasn't sure how long he could remain deadpanned before his Cheshire grin made its appearance.

Emelia felt a chill creep up her spine as Roman decided that testing her patience was the best course of action. Not only was the vampire insufferable, he was also completely unsettling while he was at it. 

She pinned him with another glare. “Roman...” She said in a warning tone, as if to say: don’t you dare. “I won’t ask you again; knock it off.” 

[witch-of-annwn]

Feigning disappointment, Roman gave the most pitiful look he could muster, as his finger was swatted away. His visage immediately bounded to a grin at Emilia's comment. "So... technically.. you ARE giving me permission to touch you... with consequences.. but permission nonetheless. Yes?"

Emelia’s glare sharpened, something powerful and dangerous sparking behind her eyes. “Test that theory at your own risk...” she warned.

While she may not literally cut his hand off, he could be certain that any probing of her boundaries, or outright violation of them, would be met with a great deal of pain. 

[witch-of-annwn]

@frigid-garden

Roman had been following the witch for quite some time now. He remained undetected, or so he had hoped, seeing as she did not react the way she usually does toward him. Though, on this rainy and cold night, he made his presence known. The vampire stood in plain sight, across the street from Emilia's shop, leaning on an unused umbrella. Roman remained stoic, patiently waiting for her to close shop.

Emelia groaned when she spotted Roman loitering outside her shop. This invalidated two assumptions she had had up until this point: 1. that Roman had given up on annoying her with his continued stalking, and 2. that Roman was unaware as to the location of her shop. Neither appeared to be true.

Eventually she could put off leaving no longer, and so was forced to confront Roman out on the street. Locking up the shop she crossed the road to where he was standing as if intending to walk home. (She still held out on the, rather slim, hope that Roman didn’t know she lived in the apartment directly above her shop.) 

“What do you want this time, Roman?” She asked with a groan.