Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 9:30:22 GMT -8
Ophelia's smile was barely visible as they climbed the stares. He's really tired, must not have slept for a few days, she thought to herself as she caught him a few times from falling. She kept her grip on his hands firm in order for him to keep going foreward. When they got to the top of the stairs, Ophelia turned to face him, took both of his hands, and began walking backwards down the hall to the guest room.
When they reached the door, Ophelia let go of him for a second to open the door and retake his hand and lead him inside. It was an alright room, the walls were painted a light blue color and had a wood floor. The bed was a small twin size with navy blue comforter and had a small night stand next to it with a lamp that matched the bed. In the corner in between the window and the closet was a fairly good sized dresser made from dark cherry wood.
Ophelia led Galient into the room slowly; she felt as though she was guiding a zombie or something. She turned the two of them so they Galient was standing in front of the bed, but facing her. Ophelia reached up to put her small hands on his shoulders and sat him down. Her smile reignighted itself as she sat down next to him for a moment. She wished they could sleep together, in the literal sense, but she knew he needed it and she'd only keep him awake.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 11:01:25 GMT -8
He smiled drowsily as she sat next to him on the bed. His eyes were closed by then and he had no intention of opening them. He wanted her to stay in there with him, to sleep next to him. He knew though that if she did, he wouldn't want to sleep. "Thank you." He whispered. He wanted to see her again so, with almost all of his strength that was left, he opened his eyes. He met hers, only half of a foot away. He was happy that she had let him stay here, despite the desire he had and the hunger she had. We'll be okay, he thought quietly. Galient held her hand, not wanting to let go but his hold was weak, as the rest of his limbs on his body. His eyes were still open, he dare not blink because he knew he wouldn't be able to open them again. He felt like he was going to die, like he had a fatal disease that he was trying to fight.
He took her hand brought it up to his mouth and kissed it. He scooted back on the bed and lay his head on the wall it was against. Exhausted, he closed his eyes, despite his longing to see her face again. He tried to think of nothing, that's how he fell asleep. If he thought of anything, it led to nightmares and stress. He always tried his hardest not to think of the day he found his family dead. It had given three years of nightmares and he didn't want to relive it all.
Instead of thinking of nothing, he thought of Ophelia. Her eyes, her high cheekbones, the structure of her gorgeous face. Her slim and tall body, her attitude that seemed to go up and down rapidly. He smiled as his head drooped down. He had lost the fight, he laughed inwardly.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
Posts: 240
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 11:19:26 GMT -8
She watched him as he fell asleep, a the while, smiling. She really didn't want to leave him, but he needed to sleep. Ophelia stood and pulled the sheets over Galient's tired body. Before she left she stooped over him and whispered into his ear, "I love you Galient, goodnight." She carressed his cheek with one hand and kissed the other very softly. She smiled to herself as she tiptoed across the wood floor and shut the door behind her.
A subtle sigh crossed her lips as she slipped down the hall to her own room. The door was already partially open thanks to Bianca, who was already on her bed, fast asleep. Ophelia's room was very victorian. It also had a wooden floor but had a grey and white wallpaper with the fluer de lei on it. Her bed frame was made of wrought iron and had a lavander colored comforter with black and white striped sheets. Next to the bed was a white vanity and mirror she had taken from her old home. Across from the vanity, next to the door was a fairly large dresser with old pictures of her family and home on top. The shades of the window were already drawn, so the sun wouldn't penatrate it the room.
When she entered the room, she imediatly flopped down on the bed and curled into a small ball. Ophelia always did this for some reason, it brought her comfort. Well this was an interesting day...she thought to herself, I just hope this lasts. With that she pulled the covers over herself and slipped into a coma like sleep. Vampires, needed to sleep too.
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