Post by sidonia on Aug 3, 2007 13:04:55 GMT -5
All that heralds Sidonia's entrance of the Corpse is a creaking and squeaking of cellar stairs, groaning under her heavy footsteps as she appears from below. When at last she can be seen, standing upon the wooden floorboards, one might have thought the vampiress had died and left a ghost in her wake. The slight flush of blood is gone from her cheeks, leaving them tinged gray. Her eyes, eerily pale, flicker from patron to patron, studying their faces as if to ask why anyone should be joyful. What reason anyone had for happiness. Slow steps are taken from trapdoor to the darkest corner table, where she sits with her head in her hands.
Dinnje spots the woman who had made him feel. He stops breathing, though he long ago found he did not require breath anymore, and stares at her, wishing that she could see him once in his very long lifetime in this shadow. For now, he was content to stare, not because she was beautiful, or because he was in love. He stared because she could make him feel. Though he could only feel pain when she made his form waver, it was still feeling. Dinnje glides silently, as always behind her. He tries to stroke her hair, wanting her to make him feel anything. Pain, hate, joy, sorrow; any would suffice to fill this poor trapped soul. He opens his mouth in a scream, one that neither reaches those in the tavern, nor his own ears. He stands over her, ever the protective guardian, with no way to defend this woman who he has become infatuated with, only because she can make him feel again.
Malandros turns about on heel to look at the remorseful looking Sidonia, a glint in his eye told the woman of his own affection to her loss. “Everything will be alright…” his words were sincere, though the moment seemed too tragic to bear. The Knight wouldn’t pursue further conversation, as he knew the grieving must be done.
Dinnje wanders over to the piano and reaches forth into the instrument, fingers outstretched. He gasps as the string lightly plucks. The sensation of touching something once more sends the man into celebration. With much unheard screaming, and shouting his success, his words and cries are lost to the shadows, unable to be heard by even himself.
Sidonia lifts her head again at Malandros' words, and a whisper-thin smile stretches her lips at the sight of him. "Of course it will be," she says, rather hopelessly; what else can one say to such an optimistic phrase, especially when she herself knows it won't be all right. With Mira gone, how can anything ever be alright? Then her gaze drifts from Malandros to the piano, certain she'd heard a noise from the instrument. But there's nothing there to disturb it, and so her attention is returned to Malandros. She shakes her head; she must be hearing things, now.
Malandros wanted to reassure her at this moment, but felt that a further exchange of words may compromise the mood. She needed to let out all of her aggression, but the question remained- is she able? The Knight didn’t believe so, but thought she would come to understand the circle of life. With one death comes another’s birth. With a sacrifice so severe, it seemed nothing could bring this woman happiness any longer. Though, if she only knew- her life would undergo a transition at some point, and for the better…rest assured.
Dinnje notices he has Sidonia's attention. He reaches out, trying to find another string steeped in the essential memories of Sidonia. He goes through, his fingers desperately searching for the right string to pluck. Finally he finds one, a low tone resonating through the wood. After that single note though, he can't find another with enough of the essence of Sidonia to grab at. It seems she had not played the piano in a long time.
Sidonia sighs at Malandros' silence, seeming to shrink even further back in her chair, if that were possible. A gesture is made with a weary hand to the chair across from her, inviting the knight to sit, when another sound comes from her piano-- a note being played. Again, the instrument is given a long stare, the glassy eyes narrowed. "Did... did you hear that?" she whispers to Malandros, wondering if perhaps Mira's death has finally tipped her balance between insanity and reality. Her eyes rove over the familiar mahogany, her eyes resting on the instrument longingly before they lower to the floor once more, eyeing the bloodstains there. She shivers and tears collect in her throat once again.
Dinnje walks to the woman, wishing he could touch her, but he doesn't even try. The results would leave him more shattered than he already is. He returns to his sentry like pose. If only he could find a way to contact her.
Malandros looked upon Sidonia as a mother would a new born daughter. So much concern filled his eyes as she gestured him over. It seemed as though her presence alone spelled Revenge, spite and all negativity. The aura alone was plagued with hate, distraught emotion- sorrow. It was as noticeable as a newly forged blade held high in the sun on a mid summers day, gleaming, shining…recognizable. What was the man to do? Ignore the invite, and cause more sorrow through ignorance? Her prosperity was the main factor at the moment. Though he wouldn’t decide with better judgment, he made way to join the woman. Sitting down beside her, eye contact was barely made- he didn’t want to see them pain filled eyes no longer. “Yes…” he whispers, regarding her question, but would continue in silence thereafter.
Sidonia, aware of her rudeness, drags her gaze back to Malandros, tearing it from the blood on the floor. His answer comforts her-- no, she's not gone mad... yet. But this feeling of protection... it's more than that. As though there is another being in the tavern. A quick glance about the room with ghostly eyes tells her that no, this is not the case. Yet still, this feeling persists. Several moments pass in unbreakable silence; one might be able to hear a pin drop against the wooden floor. Finally the pianist speaks, though her words will probably bring no comfort to her, nor the anxious Malandros. "He... he took her body..." she tells him softly, though inwardly the tears that choke her are viciously shoved back. "After... everything... he came to the cellar and took her body...."
Dinnje waits, standing with arms across, a needle grasped tightly in one hand. He was waiting as if he could stop something that might want to harm Sidonia.
Malandros's head lifted and turned, the pain he once didn’t care to see would now be faced in a closer perspective. “Sidonia…” he begins, words seemingly empty of emotion. “You need to let this aggression out.” Again, his head would lower. “You need to allow this pain freedom. Grieve. You must let out your emotion.” Sincere words from a less then sincere man, it almost contradicts his very being. “Let this burden be your strength.” Impossible, it seemed, but necessary to move on.
Sidonia lets out a short, harsh, humorless laugh. A hand is brought quickly to her face to dash away tears, swiping them hardly a second after they've leaked from her eyes. "Let out my aggression?" she echoes, her voice ragged. "I did, Malandros. I tried to kill him last night." Involuntarily, she shudders-- her rage the night before terrifies her even now. She hadn't known she was capable of such fury and vengeance. "I tried to kill him... but he got away... and took her...." A sob escapes between the vampiress' lips and fangs, and she tenses, as if that alone will stop the tears that now flow freely down her cheeks.
Malandros swiped at the excess liquid draining from her eyes, a look of sheer sorrow now masking even his own visage. “If you feel that will set her free…” his hand would caress at her cheek for a moment, then cease immediately after. “This aggression must end. You need to move on.” Though not the most encouraging words, they were pronounced as the truth.
Sidonia rests an elbow upon the table, holding her head in her hand as a shuddering breath is taken, then another as she tries to calm herself. "I don't know how," she breathes, her eyes closing. His touch on her face hadn't gone unnoticed, but the significance of such an act from the reserved knight doesn't register on the poor girl's mind. "I've... I've never felt pain like this before, Malandros. I mean... Mira was..." The word "was" catches in her throat, as do the next ones before they are finally squeezed into the air. "My daughter. I... I had just adopted her that night...."
Dinnje reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder unconsciously. Though completely unmoved by the sadness, Sidonia was still seeming a goddess to him, and if she seemed hopeless, perhaps he was as well.
Malandros couldn’t find the words to justify the rightful thing to do, all that seemed proper was offering condolences. But since when were they enough? Perhaps if someone truly cared, they would make it incredibly noticeable without using such futile and utterly useless words. “Give me your pain,” he mustered up. “I will gladly receive your pain.” A look of assurance was now displayed for her to see, the depths of emerald irises full of compassion. “There is nothing I can say to help you cope with your loss. Perhaps what I do will make the difference. Give me your sorrow, your pain…Give me your rage.”
Sidonia looks to Malandros, lowering her hand to the table as she lifts her head. Pale eyes, still wet with tears, watch him for a moment, narrowed in confusion. "I... I don't understand. What do you mean... give you...?" The grief hangs all about her, an aura of mourning black. But through the darkness that surrounds her, she feels a cool breeze upon her shoulder. Shivering a little, she wraps her arms around her midriff, wondering what window was left open as a doorway for such a wind.
Dinnje leans forward, praying to gods unmentionable. He was far from being considered good. This man thrived on pain and suffering and death. But now, he was worshipping this woman who was burying her daughter with memories and sorrow. His breath moves to her ear, his silent prayers just hoping to last that far. Though he couldn't hear himself speak, the hope was there that she did. His voice would sound rusty from disuse, and garbled from his silence that had lasted four centuries. "I.... newewd heeewwlp."
Malandros remained in the same position, staring almost reluctantly at Sidonia while the emotion spread between the pair's eyes. It was like a parallel light, beaming out from one, only to be soiled by the anger, and drifting to the other. “Let me ease your pain. Let me have your pain. Give me your anger, Sidonia.” It was a simple offer, one which he could only vaguely explain. “You will no longer need to worry. Let your sorrow be mine. Allow your mind ease, let your spirit free. Give me every emotion to ever foul your mood. I accept it all, for our friendship is worth it.”
Sidonia is now, quite plainly, gaping at Malandros, her own eyes quite wide. The tears have stopped, for now, though the last drops continue their roll down her cheeks. "I... I wouldn't wish that on you..." she stammers, quite taken aback. "This pain... I wouldn't wish this on anyone, Malandros...." But there is a thread of hope to her voice, one that was quite nonexistent before. A pause passes, filling the tavern with its silence. That is, except for Dinnje's desperate whisper. Sidonia turns her head slightly to the ghost; perhaps it's her elfin hearing that allows such a mangled message to be sensed. But it's far too faint to be understood, or fully heard, and her full attention is once again focused on the knight who had made such a selfless offer. "I... I still don't understand. I wouldn't... forget her, would I?"
Dinnje whispered to Sidonia, "I neewwwd, shozee emooooshuns..."
Malandros cuts the tension like a butter knife through semi melted butter. “Your memory should hold the most fond moments in your life.” A reassuring smile follows. “You need not forget her, but you must celebrate her.” A firm nod ensues. “You see this as a loss for now, but the loss will grant you strength. You had, and have a family- but just don’t realize it right now. Remember this, Sidonia. Though gone from a tangible state, she will always remain with you, regardless of what happens.” The Knight would lean forward, an open placed palm overlaying her own. “You have many thoughts running through your mind. Sort them out. Find the peace that once drove you to be the woman you were, and embrace it.” His hand had been removed by this point. Malandros stands slowly, regrettably adding, “It is time for me to leave. You should rest as well, you have a lot to consider right now.” without further explanation, Malandros begins his way to the tavern door. Before the Knight would leave, he turns once more and adds, “Good night, Sidonia.”
Malandros exits north.
Dinnje turns his back to the woman. Were he still capable of crying, he would. Instead, the man stands emotionless, six-inch needle in hand and guarding over the woman.
Sidonia remains still for quite awhile, her mind, numbed by grief and tears, mulling over all that's been said this night. All her options, and all her losses. At long last, she stands. The piano is stared at for a moment, as though the girl is trying to glare the instrument into submission. Oh, she hates this! Despises the fact that she cannot play any more-- despite others' sacrifices, she still cannot set finger to key. It is a rage, aimed toward herself, that is nearly palpable-- so acidic that it might have been the fury aimed at Richter the night before. But, with a sigh, she turns away from the dreaded instrument, as well as its moat of black bloodstains. Making her way to a comfortable armchair, careful to avoid the one that Caedan favors, she curls up in it, her legs on the seat, and closes her eyes before the fire.
Dinnje thirsts as he watches the anger seething in the air. He reaches out to it, his ghostly outline flickering for a moment as he absorbs it from the air. For a few brief seconds, he can be seen.
Sidonia abruptly tenses, the pale eyes flying open as she peers about the tavern. For a split second, she catches sight of Dinnje, and her dark brows rise into her hairline at her surprise. A soft yelp can be heard-- the man wasn't here before, she's sure of it. But then he's gone, and she gasps, taken aback. Something... there was a man.... No, Sidonia, she tells herself firmly. There is no man-- just as there is no Mira, nor any justice in this twisted thing called Your Fate. And so it is lack of sleep that credit for the hallucination is given to, and, to remedy the fact, Sidonia's eyes once again close, and she drifts into tormented sleep.
Dinnje watches the girl's troubled sleep eagerly, hoping for more of her emotions to pour from her so that he might materialize. However, his luck for the night has run out and he can only watch over her as she sleeps.
Note: Personally, I think Dinnje's character idea is amazing (even though he gives credit to a book he's read and says he merely tweaked it a little bit). I find it both creepy and cool that he is so obsessed with Sid, while she is near totally unaware of his existence. Malandros is, of course, amazing as well; I can't wait to rp with him more in the future. ;D
And, of course, any comments (positive or negative) are always welcome.
Dinnje spots the woman who had made him feel. He stops breathing, though he long ago found he did not require breath anymore, and stares at her, wishing that she could see him once in his very long lifetime in this shadow. For now, he was content to stare, not because she was beautiful, or because he was in love. He stared because she could make him feel. Though he could only feel pain when she made his form waver, it was still feeling. Dinnje glides silently, as always behind her. He tries to stroke her hair, wanting her to make him feel anything. Pain, hate, joy, sorrow; any would suffice to fill this poor trapped soul. He opens his mouth in a scream, one that neither reaches those in the tavern, nor his own ears. He stands over her, ever the protective guardian, with no way to defend this woman who he has become infatuated with, only because she can make him feel again.
Malandros turns about on heel to look at the remorseful looking Sidonia, a glint in his eye told the woman of his own affection to her loss. “Everything will be alright…” his words were sincere, though the moment seemed too tragic to bear. The Knight wouldn’t pursue further conversation, as he knew the grieving must be done.
Dinnje wanders over to the piano and reaches forth into the instrument, fingers outstretched. He gasps as the string lightly plucks. The sensation of touching something once more sends the man into celebration. With much unheard screaming, and shouting his success, his words and cries are lost to the shadows, unable to be heard by even himself.
Sidonia lifts her head again at Malandros' words, and a whisper-thin smile stretches her lips at the sight of him. "Of course it will be," she says, rather hopelessly; what else can one say to such an optimistic phrase, especially when she herself knows it won't be all right. With Mira gone, how can anything ever be alright? Then her gaze drifts from Malandros to the piano, certain she'd heard a noise from the instrument. But there's nothing there to disturb it, and so her attention is returned to Malandros. She shakes her head; she must be hearing things, now.
Malandros wanted to reassure her at this moment, but felt that a further exchange of words may compromise the mood. She needed to let out all of her aggression, but the question remained- is she able? The Knight didn’t believe so, but thought she would come to understand the circle of life. With one death comes another’s birth. With a sacrifice so severe, it seemed nothing could bring this woman happiness any longer. Though, if she only knew- her life would undergo a transition at some point, and for the better…rest assured.
Dinnje notices he has Sidonia's attention. He reaches out, trying to find another string steeped in the essential memories of Sidonia. He goes through, his fingers desperately searching for the right string to pluck. Finally he finds one, a low tone resonating through the wood. After that single note though, he can't find another with enough of the essence of Sidonia to grab at. It seems she had not played the piano in a long time.
Sidonia sighs at Malandros' silence, seeming to shrink even further back in her chair, if that were possible. A gesture is made with a weary hand to the chair across from her, inviting the knight to sit, when another sound comes from her piano-- a note being played. Again, the instrument is given a long stare, the glassy eyes narrowed. "Did... did you hear that?" she whispers to Malandros, wondering if perhaps Mira's death has finally tipped her balance between insanity and reality. Her eyes rove over the familiar mahogany, her eyes resting on the instrument longingly before they lower to the floor once more, eyeing the bloodstains there. She shivers and tears collect in her throat once again.
Dinnje walks to the woman, wishing he could touch her, but he doesn't even try. The results would leave him more shattered than he already is. He returns to his sentry like pose. If only he could find a way to contact her.
Malandros looked upon Sidonia as a mother would a new born daughter. So much concern filled his eyes as she gestured him over. It seemed as though her presence alone spelled Revenge, spite and all negativity. The aura alone was plagued with hate, distraught emotion- sorrow. It was as noticeable as a newly forged blade held high in the sun on a mid summers day, gleaming, shining…recognizable. What was the man to do? Ignore the invite, and cause more sorrow through ignorance? Her prosperity was the main factor at the moment. Though he wouldn’t decide with better judgment, he made way to join the woman. Sitting down beside her, eye contact was barely made- he didn’t want to see them pain filled eyes no longer. “Yes…” he whispers, regarding her question, but would continue in silence thereafter.
Sidonia, aware of her rudeness, drags her gaze back to Malandros, tearing it from the blood on the floor. His answer comforts her-- no, she's not gone mad... yet. But this feeling of protection... it's more than that. As though there is another being in the tavern. A quick glance about the room with ghostly eyes tells her that no, this is not the case. Yet still, this feeling persists. Several moments pass in unbreakable silence; one might be able to hear a pin drop against the wooden floor. Finally the pianist speaks, though her words will probably bring no comfort to her, nor the anxious Malandros. "He... he took her body..." she tells him softly, though inwardly the tears that choke her are viciously shoved back. "After... everything... he came to the cellar and took her body...."
Dinnje waits, standing with arms across, a needle grasped tightly in one hand. He was waiting as if he could stop something that might want to harm Sidonia.
Malandros's head lifted and turned, the pain he once didn’t care to see would now be faced in a closer perspective. “Sidonia…” he begins, words seemingly empty of emotion. “You need to let this aggression out.” Again, his head would lower. “You need to allow this pain freedom. Grieve. You must let out your emotion.” Sincere words from a less then sincere man, it almost contradicts his very being. “Let this burden be your strength.” Impossible, it seemed, but necessary to move on.
Sidonia lets out a short, harsh, humorless laugh. A hand is brought quickly to her face to dash away tears, swiping them hardly a second after they've leaked from her eyes. "Let out my aggression?" she echoes, her voice ragged. "I did, Malandros. I tried to kill him last night." Involuntarily, she shudders-- her rage the night before terrifies her even now. She hadn't known she was capable of such fury and vengeance. "I tried to kill him... but he got away... and took her...." A sob escapes between the vampiress' lips and fangs, and she tenses, as if that alone will stop the tears that now flow freely down her cheeks.
Malandros swiped at the excess liquid draining from her eyes, a look of sheer sorrow now masking even his own visage. “If you feel that will set her free…” his hand would caress at her cheek for a moment, then cease immediately after. “This aggression must end. You need to move on.” Though not the most encouraging words, they were pronounced as the truth.
Sidonia rests an elbow upon the table, holding her head in her hand as a shuddering breath is taken, then another as she tries to calm herself. "I don't know how," she breathes, her eyes closing. His touch on her face hadn't gone unnoticed, but the significance of such an act from the reserved knight doesn't register on the poor girl's mind. "I've... I've never felt pain like this before, Malandros. I mean... Mira was..." The word "was" catches in her throat, as do the next ones before they are finally squeezed into the air. "My daughter. I... I had just adopted her that night...."
Dinnje reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder unconsciously. Though completely unmoved by the sadness, Sidonia was still seeming a goddess to him, and if she seemed hopeless, perhaps he was as well.
Malandros couldn’t find the words to justify the rightful thing to do, all that seemed proper was offering condolences. But since when were they enough? Perhaps if someone truly cared, they would make it incredibly noticeable without using such futile and utterly useless words. “Give me your pain,” he mustered up. “I will gladly receive your pain.” A look of assurance was now displayed for her to see, the depths of emerald irises full of compassion. “There is nothing I can say to help you cope with your loss. Perhaps what I do will make the difference. Give me your sorrow, your pain…Give me your rage.”
Sidonia looks to Malandros, lowering her hand to the table as she lifts her head. Pale eyes, still wet with tears, watch him for a moment, narrowed in confusion. "I... I don't understand. What do you mean... give you...?" The grief hangs all about her, an aura of mourning black. But through the darkness that surrounds her, she feels a cool breeze upon her shoulder. Shivering a little, she wraps her arms around her midriff, wondering what window was left open as a doorway for such a wind.
Dinnje leans forward, praying to gods unmentionable. He was far from being considered good. This man thrived on pain and suffering and death. But now, he was worshipping this woman who was burying her daughter with memories and sorrow. His breath moves to her ear, his silent prayers just hoping to last that far. Though he couldn't hear himself speak, the hope was there that she did. His voice would sound rusty from disuse, and garbled from his silence that had lasted four centuries. "I.... newewd heeewwlp."
Malandros remained in the same position, staring almost reluctantly at Sidonia while the emotion spread between the pair's eyes. It was like a parallel light, beaming out from one, only to be soiled by the anger, and drifting to the other. “Let me ease your pain. Let me have your pain. Give me your anger, Sidonia.” It was a simple offer, one which he could only vaguely explain. “You will no longer need to worry. Let your sorrow be mine. Allow your mind ease, let your spirit free. Give me every emotion to ever foul your mood. I accept it all, for our friendship is worth it.”
Sidonia is now, quite plainly, gaping at Malandros, her own eyes quite wide. The tears have stopped, for now, though the last drops continue their roll down her cheeks. "I... I wouldn't wish that on you..." she stammers, quite taken aback. "This pain... I wouldn't wish this on anyone, Malandros...." But there is a thread of hope to her voice, one that was quite nonexistent before. A pause passes, filling the tavern with its silence. That is, except for Dinnje's desperate whisper. Sidonia turns her head slightly to the ghost; perhaps it's her elfin hearing that allows such a mangled message to be sensed. But it's far too faint to be understood, or fully heard, and her full attention is once again focused on the knight who had made such a selfless offer. "I... I still don't understand. I wouldn't... forget her, would I?"
Dinnje whispered to Sidonia, "I neewwwd, shozee emooooshuns..."
Malandros cuts the tension like a butter knife through semi melted butter. “Your memory should hold the most fond moments in your life.” A reassuring smile follows. “You need not forget her, but you must celebrate her.” A firm nod ensues. “You see this as a loss for now, but the loss will grant you strength. You had, and have a family- but just don’t realize it right now. Remember this, Sidonia. Though gone from a tangible state, she will always remain with you, regardless of what happens.” The Knight would lean forward, an open placed palm overlaying her own. “You have many thoughts running through your mind. Sort them out. Find the peace that once drove you to be the woman you were, and embrace it.” His hand had been removed by this point. Malandros stands slowly, regrettably adding, “It is time for me to leave. You should rest as well, you have a lot to consider right now.” without further explanation, Malandros begins his way to the tavern door. Before the Knight would leave, he turns once more and adds, “Good night, Sidonia.”
Malandros exits north.
Dinnje turns his back to the woman. Were he still capable of crying, he would. Instead, the man stands emotionless, six-inch needle in hand and guarding over the woman.
Sidonia remains still for quite awhile, her mind, numbed by grief and tears, mulling over all that's been said this night. All her options, and all her losses. At long last, she stands. The piano is stared at for a moment, as though the girl is trying to glare the instrument into submission. Oh, she hates this! Despises the fact that she cannot play any more-- despite others' sacrifices, she still cannot set finger to key. It is a rage, aimed toward herself, that is nearly palpable-- so acidic that it might have been the fury aimed at Richter the night before. But, with a sigh, she turns away from the dreaded instrument, as well as its moat of black bloodstains. Making her way to a comfortable armchair, careful to avoid the one that Caedan favors, she curls up in it, her legs on the seat, and closes her eyes before the fire.
Dinnje thirsts as he watches the anger seething in the air. He reaches out to it, his ghostly outline flickering for a moment as he absorbs it from the air. For a few brief seconds, he can be seen.
Sidonia abruptly tenses, the pale eyes flying open as she peers about the tavern. For a split second, she catches sight of Dinnje, and her dark brows rise into her hairline at her surprise. A soft yelp can be heard-- the man wasn't here before, she's sure of it. But then he's gone, and she gasps, taken aback. Something... there was a man.... No, Sidonia, she tells herself firmly. There is no man-- just as there is no Mira, nor any justice in this twisted thing called Your Fate. And so it is lack of sleep that credit for the hallucination is given to, and, to remedy the fact, Sidonia's eyes once again close, and she drifts into tormented sleep.
Dinnje watches the girl's troubled sleep eagerly, hoping for more of her emotions to pour from her so that he might materialize. However, his luck for the night has run out and he can only watch over her as she sleeps.
Note: Personally, I think Dinnje's character idea is amazing (even though he gives credit to a book he's read and says he merely tweaked it a little bit). I find it both creepy and cool that he is so obsessed with Sid, while she is near totally unaware of his existence. Malandros is, of course, amazing as well; I can't wait to rp with him more in the future. ;D
And, of course, any comments (positive or negative) are always welcome.