*OOC Note: Some Mature Themes may present themselves in the thread. 18+*
The woman reposed across from the younger girl, languid as a queen upon her throne. Dusk born depths rested, considering across from her this girl that had just known the touch of womanhood and probably had yet to find the exquisite bliss of the loss of maidenhood.
A subtle arch of brow as black as crow's wing at the ceaseless sobbing. Exhaling a sigh a hand reached out, offering a bit of cloth to help the girl wipe her face. Disgrace and disgust briefly would marr the dusk born beauty's expression as the pale girl blew her nose.
In these days where some would hide their certain 'gifts' or hide away all together, Seirian ever was bold and brazen. A twilight saturated beacon of darkness and sin. This was ever her way. She knew far well that love crossed all boundaries. Faced all risks.
The notion left Seirian scowling. Rude sound of disgust and annoyance stifled as she waited patiently for the girl to gather herself. Yes, the girl had taken a risk coming to Seirian in times as these to ask for one of Seirian's love charms or potions. Let the pale girl hang, Seirian cared nothing for it.
Love was a frail thing. Lust and Sin, Passion and Desire ever the constant. Seirian had watched far too many happy marriages fall a part, too many hearts to become broken to believe in the strength and longevity of that feeling the world groped and waited for.
"Please, Lady Caradoc, I beg of you....I must get him back." "Why would you want someone to return to you that left you before?"
Dusk born depths, eyes that were a deception of colors. Sometimes midnight blue, night soaked black, even twilight twisted amethyst. These eyes watched, resting level on the pale girl in her lack of comprehension.
"Because....well....we love each other."
Her lips pressed, languid repose becoming a stiffened lean back in her chair. Forsaken words.
Seirian was a woman dressed in black lace, coated in magic as if she would wear it as a perfume, her voice a black velvet seduction when she spoke those final words that would rid the pale girl from her sight.
"Very well. On the night of the full moon when he sleeps brush this to his lips, his eye lids, his heart, and groin."
Trying not to sigh when she saw the pale girl flush a rose shade at her cheeks with her final words, Seirian passed the ointment across to the girl.
"Make sure you are the first thing he sees. Would not want him falling in love with your livestock."
A smile shivered along her lips, waking up a spark of moonshine in her eyes. Silvered light slivering the darkness.
The grateful hug of the pale girl's arms around her was dismissed with a light pat at the girl's back when all Seirian wanted to do was push her aside.
A whisper when the girl was gone. "Foolish girl." Seirian secretly would wish that when this woman's undying love awakened from that touch of love salve that he'd find her sister first. Oh wouldn't that be a twist.
Smile as dark as a forbidden secret she relaxed back in her chair within the confines of that shop tucked away at the corner of the marketplace.
Knowing well the secrets of the night were whispering again to the lonely, longing hearts....and Seirian would fulfill their wishes with her destiny born charms.
The woman reposed across from the younger girl, languid as a queen upon her throne. Dusk born depths rested, considering across from her this girl that had just known the touch of womanhood and probably had yet to find the exquisite bliss of the loss of maidenhood.
A subtle arch of brow as black as crow's wing at the ceaseless sobbing. Exhaling a sigh a hand reached out, offering a bit of cloth to help the girl wipe her face. Disgrace and disgust briefly would marr the dusk born beauty's expression as the pale girl blew her nose.
In these days where some would hide their certain 'gifts' or hide away all together, Seirian ever was bold and brazen. A twilight saturated beacon of darkness and sin. This was ever her way. She knew far well that love crossed all boundaries. Faced all risks.
The notion left Seirian scowling. Rude sound of disgust and annoyance stifled as she waited patiently for the girl to gather herself. Yes, the girl had taken a risk coming to Seirian in times as these to ask for one of Seirian's love charms or potions. Let the pale girl hang, Seirian cared nothing for it.
Love was a frail thing. Lust and Sin, Passion and Desire ever the constant. Seirian had watched far too many happy marriages fall a part, too many hearts to become broken to believe in the strength and longevity of that feeling the world groped and waited for.
"Please, Lady Caradoc, I beg of you....I must get him back." "Why would you want someone to return to you that left you before?"
Dusk born depths, eyes that were a deception of colors. Sometimes midnight blue, night soaked black, even twilight twisted amethyst. These eyes watched, resting level on the pale girl in her lack of comprehension.
"Because....well....we love each other."
Her lips pressed, languid repose becoming a stiffened lean back in her chair. Forsaken words.
Seirian was a woman dressed in black lace, coated in magic as if she would wear it as a perfume, her voice a black velvet seduction when she spoke those final words that would rid the pale girl from her sight.
"Very well. On the night of the full moon when he sleeps brush this to his lips, his eye lids, his heart, and groin."
Trying not to sigh when she saw the pale girl flush a rose shade at her cheeks with her final words, Seirian passed the ointment across to the girl.
"Make sure you are the first thing he sees. Would not want him falling in love with your livestock."
A smile shivered along her lips, waking up a spark of moonshine in her eyes. Silvered light slivering the darkness.
The grateful hug of the pale girl's arms around her was dismissed with a light pat at the girl's back when all Seirian wanted to do was push her aside.
A whisper when the girl was gone. "Foolish girl." Seirian secretly would wish that when this woman's undying love awakened from that touch of love salve that he'd find her sister first. Oh wouldn't that be a twist.
Smile as dark as a forbidden secret she relaxed back in her chair within the confines of that shop tucked away at the corner of the marketplace.
Knowing well the secrets of the night were whispering again to the lonely, longing hearts....and Seirian would fulfill their wishes with her destiny born charms.