Post by Sadistic Nightmare on Nov 17, 2010 12:31:19 GMT -5
“Taru..But...you two are nothing alike. Who’s his father?”
Emiste laughed, perhaps a little too cynically with a twinge of her infamous maniac personality creeping in. She skipped commenting on her and Tarus' personality differences. There was a good reason for that, but it was yet another long heart-to-heart kind of story and Emiste didn't quite feel she had the stomach to tolerate prolonging the nicey-nice that was going on between her and Rose. However temporary and fake it may be.
She stood in a relaxed stance, arms crossed, staring at the gravestone. Her low, twisted laugh subsided and she replied with a slight growl, not in menace to the present situation - but to the past. The past she came here to remember. "I don't know who the father was. Undoubtedly he is dead by now. But if I ever found out who he was and that he was in fact still walking among us....." he eyes narrowed into slits and her irises pulsed red, "he wouldn't remain so for long."
Perhaps Rose would think she'd been a whore in her human life. Emiste didn't care. She didn't much have any morals now, why would it matter if someone doubted her of ever having morals? No, her morals died with her human body. With the whip and the chain that her vampire maker had forced upon her. With the soul that had fled, leaving a dark void in her inner being. With the son who had betrayed, forsaken, and abandoned her.
Emiste laughed, perhaps a little too cynically with a twinge of her infamous maniac personality creeping in. She skipped commenting on her and Tarus' personality differences. There was a good reason for that, but it was yet another long heart-to-heart kind of story and Emiste didn't quite feel she had the stomach to tolerate prolonging the nicey-nice that was going on between her and Rose. However temporary and fake it may be.
She stood in a relaxed stance, arms crossed, staring at the gravestone. Her low, twisted laugh subsided and she replied with a slight growl, not in menace to the present situation - but to the past. The past she came here to remember. "I don't know who the father was. Undoubtedly he is dead by now. But if I ever found out who he was and that he was in fact still walking among us....." he eyes narrowed into slits and her irises pulsed red, "he wouldn't remain so for long."
Perhaps Rose would think she'd been a whore in her human life. Emiste didn't care. She didn't much have any morals now, why would it matter if someone doubted her of ever having morals? No, her morals died with her human body. With the whip and the chain that her vampire maker had forced upon her. With the soul that had fled, leaving a dark void in her inner being. With the son who had betrayed, forsaken, and abandoned her.
