Valentine De'LaCroix hauled Lilith Danu into her home and studio, entering through the gallery's front doors. Lilith was still bound tightly, and covered from head to waist in the large laundry sack. Valentine tossed her unceremoniously onto a rather plush lounging couch of obvious antique origins. Removing the sack from Lilith's head, Valentine stared at her. Crouched before her, icy baby blues not blinking as they studied the pixie. She appeared to be wondering just what she had brought Lilith here for, exactly.
Before Lilith could speak, she hushed her with a pale, cold finger to her brilliant red lips, and shook her head slowly. Rising gracefully, she began to pace, wringing her hands and muttering to herself.
Turning suddenly, a tear slipping from her eye, she speaks softly,"You let me out of that coffin. What I did was your fault, you know. But he deserved it, he pawed me. They ALL paw and grope you..." She snarls, rambling on incoherently. "He probably did that to all the girls...forcing them just like those boys did. He may not have used the painful things, but it was just a matter of time. They ALL use the painful things. They cut you and laugh at you and make you crawl."
Tears slipping down her cheeks, that dark make-up that made her eyes so striking began to smudge and run, staining flawless alabaster skin. She sank to her knees, staring at Lilith, tears dropping onto her vinyl pants with soft pitter pats.
Before Lilith could speak, she hushed her with a pale, cold finger to her brilliant red lips, and shook her head slowly. Rising gracefully, she began to pace, wringing her hands and muttering to herself.
Turning suddenly, a tear slipping from her eye, she speaks softly,"You let me out of that coffin. What I did was your fault, you know. But he deserved it, he pawed me. They ALL paw and grope you..." She snarls, rambling on incoherently. "He probably did that to all the girls...forcing them just like those boys did. He may not have used the painful things, but it was just a matter of time. They ALL use the painful things. They cut you and laugh at you and make you crawl."
Tears slipping down her cheeks, that dark make-up that made her eyes so striking began to smudge and run, staining flawless alabaster skin. She sank to her knees, staring at Lilith, tears dropping onto her vinyl pants with soft pitter pats.