@maerps asked : " lia, don't. " it sounds a lot like a mix between a warning and a plead, more of a wolfish growl than human speech. he knows she means well, but the implications of her words sting in a way he hadn't experienced in years. it sets him on edge immediately, the crystal glass of blood in his hand suddenly becoming fragile under his tightening grip. there's something pointed in the way he stares at the flames burning in the fireplace, like he's worried that if he looks at amelia, her words might actually ring true and he might start putting a different kind of thought into the way dahlia had created him. was amelia right; did she use them for her own vengeance? louis' body is unnaturally stiff as he sits in the lounge chair in the study, barely breathing. a long silence stretches around them until louis sighs, the sound strained. when he speaks again, it's quiet, but no less dangerous. " you weren't there. you don't know what she gave up for us. she saved me. she saved mariane. without her, we wouldn't be here. we wouldn't be anything. " <3
the way her petite form is shrouded in shadow, viridian hues appearing opalescent, despite the delicate glow emanating from the lit fireplace on the opposite side of the room. as if the shadows are more than what they appear. yes. they are darker; void-like as they steadily stretch outward, consuming the light and warmth from her side of the room that they both currently are in. acting human can be quite troublesome sometimes where her true essence decides to rear its ugly head and seep into the environment from her beloved vessel. much like now.
the woman simply lets out a faint, weary sigh, shutting her eyes while doing so. mentally gathering her patience and love she has for louis. even when she points out how his precious witch had used him and his family for her own gain, he denies, denies, denies. lia blinks her eyes open, her signature frown making itself known on her lips in a sharp downturn. the void-like shadows immediately recedes back into her beloved body as she steps and steps closer to him, making her way over towards where he is sitting before steadily coming to a halt behind him.
yet, she refrains from reaching out to him.
" you are correct, i wasn't there. however, from what i've gathered from your stories about your family, the hunters, the hamlet.., dahlia... " she starts, her tone shifts faintly when she says the witch's name. as if it is acrid like bile. " look... she may have saved you and your sister, she still bestowed another curse upon you both after ridding the original one, my dear. " lia can recall the memory louis had shared with her, with the way him and his sister took revenge on behalf of dahlia and their family with that they thought as humanity coursing through their veins. when they realized less than a day that they now have to deal with a permanent, hidden hunger for all eternity in their immortal lives...
amelia lets out a hollowed laugh, her eyes settled to a dull appearance as she speaks to louis. " she viewed you both as formidable warriors, guard dogs, who would do anything for her even after her death. she protected your family because she saw it as advantage she could not ever pass up. she may loved you, but vengeance and rage can ravage and bastardize that love. twist it into something unnoticeable. " the woman is sorrowful, though, because she doesn't wish to hurt louis like this. or ever. it actually pains her to have this talk with him, to have him see the truth and reason for dahlia's actions...
