⊰ When We Met ⊱
How long had she been dwelling in this country? She couldn't quite remember, what she did remember was the fact that she had a house here, a small one, in the more quiet area's of this bustling and growing city of Freiburg. Cold, empty and dark her little establishment was. It contained almost no furniture save for the one lone chair in the living room, placed in such a way that she could look out the window, out into the silent streets, watching the others in her neighbourhood go about. The few men she brought home, to feast upon after she had her way with them were often than not too enticed to even wonder why in the world a woman like her lived in such a house, such a detoriated environment
Perhaps the woman across the street suspected something but never did she adress her, either too scared of the Misfortune or for the simple fact that she most probably could not back up her accusations. Truthfully, the Misfortune couldn't care less, living her dull life day by day-spending money she stole from male company she so often kept by her side-idiots, such idiots they were but oh so very tasty, she could forgive their idiocy.
Glowing red eyes stared at the mirror on the wand, grand and majestic-the woman canted her head to the side, raven locks immediatly falling across milk-white shoulders. Dress, so lavish, consisting of many layers, corset tight around her frame but so very daring to expose pieces of flesh right below her collar bone. Lace and ruffles adorned the three layers of skirt, gliding over ground. Colors of fabric were soft but the small hints of black adorning the ruffles made it more mature and befitting of a woman of her suppposed age.
One last look before she left the house, heeled shoes ticking softly on the cobble stone road-refusing to take a carriage she decided to walk to the center of town-where the grand and expensive shops were, cafe's, entertainment-just the place to be for a creature as herself. Red colored lips were pulled into a near constant smile, eyes-glowing no more yet maintained an almost playful look, teasing almost innapropriate glances were given to male and female's alike as she continued her way. As with everyday else she passed that familiar big building, situated on the more higher end of town, a library-what was it's name again?
{ The library of Sebastian Franck }
The Spirit never set foot in it's foundation, always passing it but never entering. Though for everything was a first time right? A few more minutes passed before the Misfortune came to a decision, gloved hands taking a hold of the sides of her dress, hoisting it up a bit so she could walk up the stairs with ease, quickly and ever so gracefully did she reach the top-layers of expensive fabric once more falling over her ankles. Small hands pushed the door open and immediatly the thick smell of books and silence reached her sensitive nose. Hushed whispers of visitors buzzed around like pleasant stories in the night. Gaze shifted from left to right, not quite sure where to start or what to do.
Quivering sigh soon dared to slip forth as the tall woman walked around, passing endless shelves filled with books. Without bothering what for book it was ( not that she would ever know for she couldn't read) she pulled it out of it's shelf-clasping it between curious hands, feet carrying her towards an empty table, where she sat down. Book placed on the wooden surface, fingers soon started to flitter through pages. Scribbles-that's what the words and letters looked like to her, scribbles of an unkown language, mocking her for her inability to decipher them. So what did she do? She made up her own story-whispering it softly, after making sure that no one was around.
"--And then the warlock asked 'Why? Why-- are you doing this? What did I do wrong?'. No answer was given, no one responded to him, for he was death and all alone. His body but a corpse, food for the maggots under ground--." Lips curved up into a smile-indeed this was much better than whatever may have been written down there. But before she could continue her imaginary story the sound of a heartbeat coming closer made her look up, almost like a deer caught in head-lights did the Misfortune stare at the general direction of the source of the sound.