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OOC So most of you know that I'm not going to be playing Elise in Masquerade any time soon. That doesn't stop me from writing about her.
IC
The Drazeta was so still as Elise brushed her hand against its face. It seemed that someone had finally taken offence to its transcendant philosophy, and its talk of becoming perfect. Whoever it had been, they weren't anymore- The Drazeta's claws were powdered with fine ash, and it had splattered all over it's clothes- but the victory had come at a terrible cost.
"He will be alright here," the Kogaion said, trying to smile comfortingly and failing. Elise bristled at the deliberate dismissal of the Drazeta's work- 'he' was 'it', and rightly so. The Kogaion sensed the flare of temper, and frowned.
"There's no need to be angry. He-"
"It." She hissed.
"-It will awake in time, and be no worse for wear." The Kogaion sniffed, straightened his tie, and held out his hand to Elise. She resented the action, that spoke of his belief that she was damaged, but she took his hand anyway as he turned to leave.
She didn't even remember shouting, but suddenly she was in a frenzy, biting and clawing at the Kogaion with terrible force, born of desperation and need. She broke away from him, as he felt the frenzy come to a head and wrapped his arms around her to stop her escaping, and went back to the Drazeta's side, sitting down beside the bed.
The Kogaion hissed, furious, clutching the arm of his ruined Armani suit. "What is the meaning of this!"
"I will stay with it." She said calmly, her trembling hands the only betrayal of the fury of moments earlier.
"Don't be ridiculous," the Kogaion replied, "He won't wake for years. Come back upstairs."
She shook her head.
"It may wake sooner than that. Give it time. I will wait here until it does. Please bring me down some books. So that I can read to it."
The Kogaion opened his mouth to protest, closed it again, and shook his head.
"Fine. Just... fine."
He all but stormed out of the basement, and Elise busied herself by straightening The Drazeta's new robes, and brushing its hair out of its face.
"There. You won't be alone. Not while I'm here."
IC
The Drazeta was so still as Elise brushed her hand against its face. It seemed that someone had finally taken offence to its transcendant philosophy, and its talk of becoming perfect. Whoever it had been, they weren't anymore- The Drazeta's claws were powdered with fine ash, and it had splattered all over it's clothes- but the victory had come at a terrible cost.
"He will be alright here," the Kogaion said, trying to smile comfortingly and failing. Elise bristled at the deliberate dismissal of the Drazeta's work- 'he' was 'it', and rightly so. The Kogaion sensed the flare of temper, and frowned.
"There's no need to be angry. He-"
"It." She hissed.
"-It will awake in time, and be no worse for wear." The Kogaion sniffed, straightened his tie, and held out his hand to Elise. She resented the action, that spoke of his belief that she was damaged, but she took his hand anyway as he turned to leave.
She didn't even remember shouting, but suddenly she was in a frenzy, biting and clawing at the Kogaion with terrible force, born of desperation and need. She broke away from him, as he felt the frenzy come to a head and wrapped his arms around her to stop her escaping, and went back to the Drazeta's side, sitting down beside the bed.
The Kogaion hissed, furious, clutching the arm of his ruined Armani suit. "What is the meaning of this!"
"I will stay with it." She said calmly, her trembling hands the only betrayal of the fury of moments earlier.
"Don't be ridiculous," the Kogaion replied, "He won't wake for years. Come back upstairs."
She shook her head.
"It may wake sooner than that. Give it time. I will wait here until it does. Please bring me down some books. So that I can read to it."
The Kogaion opened his mouth to protest, closed it again, and shook his head.
"Fine. Just... fine."
He all but stormed out of the basement, and Elise busied herself by straightening The Drazeta's new robes, and brushing its hair out of its face.
"There. You won't be alone. Not while I'm here."
