Wondering about the "Palace"

May 16, 2005 20:46

Sestra had been shown her room. It was large. Larger than anything she had ever seen. The bed could have fit all of them in it and still had room. But still to her, it would be as empty as when she first saw it, even with her in it. She explored the room, finding clothing of sweet elegance and softness. She had put on one of the lace dresses and ( Read more... )

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lexiromanov May 18 2005, 03:41:57 UTC
{Are you lost little sister?}

Alex had stood at the bottom of the stairway for a time, making certain that the voice he'd heard was real, before seeking Sestra out. He still wasn't entirely certain what he was seeing was real until Sestra face had lifted enough to give him a good look.

Padding out onto the stage was a disconcerting even without any kind of audience in the chairs below. His head cocked when he got close enough to read the words in the dust. "Is there something you need to tell me, Sesta-love." Alex crouched to get a better look at her face. Did she hear them... see them out of the corner of her eye?

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aeon_flux69 May 18 2005, 16:20:08 UTC
Sestra was lost in her own dream. So much so she did not hear Alex padding up as he did. She raised her head, eyes soft and sad when she gazed upon him. A soft little smile pulled at the corner of her lips. Leaning on one hand, she reached up with the other to brush his cheek with the backs of her fingers.

"Nyet, moi brat, I am not lost. I was drawn here, by my heart." She wondered if he would understand. She shifted, looking down at the words. "Do you believe in ghosts, Sandr? The ones that linger upon the edge of darkness and call out to you."

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lexiromanov May 18 2005, 16:30:26 UTC
"I don't want to believe, not in that... but, da... I have to believe," Alex admits quietly. "This is an old place, little sister, filled to the rafters with memories. I suspect some of that can't help but spill over to anyone who might be willing to listen. It happens in places with a lot of history." Her fingers are kissed. "Shall I try to chase them away for a little while or are they telling you things you want to hear?"

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aeon_flux69 May 18 2005, 23:26:43 UTC
"I'm willing to listen. This place has history for you? Will you tell me about them?" She ran her fingers over his lips then reached to pull him closer. "I heard a ghost," she whispered softly. "He gave me a red rose with a black ribbon on it."

She pulled back. "It was in New York but I can hear him here. What ghost talk to you hear? Dance with me?"

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