| Mira | Date: Tuesday, 22-Oct-2013, 3:27 AM | Message # 1 |
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| It was in the final hours of the night that she went to her, where she had put her body to complete its rest. Not a single soul in the city knew of this place, where she kept her beloved friend and Sister and careful measures were taken to ensure she had not been followed. Once inside the tomblike room, the Ventrue knelt beside the Scourge's shell and began her ritual.
The Lasombra's thick dark hair was cleansed free of the blood from the night before and a brush carefully made its way through the tresses, from scalp to ends as she spoke to her friend.
"You'd scold me, cherie, if you were awake for all of this. Oh, the stuff I get myself into."
Kimberly smiled just a bit, the repetitive motion continuing.
"Some of it just -happens-, though, to be honest. Like a blind man stumbling into oncoming traffic, some of these things I truly dont mean for them to happen, and certainly not in the fashion that they do."
There were several moments of silence, her friend's hair found suitably fixed for now. On to the other damage that wouldnt so easily be washed away. The soiled clothing, stained with thick vitae and some of it ripped from the ordeal was removed from her body and tossed into a bag she'd brought for the occasion after removing the change of clothes. Baby wipes were used to gently, almost affectionately cleanse her wounds and rid her form of the excess vitae that just made all the damage look worse. Once it had be wiped away, however, she almost wished for it back. The state of her friend's body was painful to look at and she wiped at a single crimson tear that began to spill over.
"Look at me, being all silly. You'll be fine, soon. You just need to wake up, wake up and heal."
Once more, fangs dug into the tender flesh of her wrist and her rich essence pooled at the wound which she held to Monica's lips, while at the same time trying to hold the nearly unhinged jaw together so the precious liquid wasnt completely wasted. Some made it into the Lasombra, but no signs of arousal were seen, the Lasombra still as death. A but disheartened, but not having expected overly much, Kimberly went about dressing the woman in fresh clothing. Careful, oh so very careful.
"There is so much to tell you, cherie. Salacious gossip that would have you captivated but I do so dearly wish to see your face when I tell you. Honestly, I need your advice. Im in such uncharted territory in so many ways"
Fingertips caressed the cheek of the side of the woman's face that wasnt mangled beyond casual recognition in a sisterly fashion, and the Ventrue's angelic voice rang out in the tomb-like room like a tiny auditorium as she sang something....anything that came to mind as the began brushing the now drying hair of her friend.
"I took my love and I took it down. I climbed a mountain and I.turned around And I saw my reflection in the ...snow covered-hills. Til the landslide brought me down. / Oh mirror in the sky, what is love? And can the child within my heart, rise above? Can I said through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?....."
The brushing had ceased once again, and the Ventrue held the Lasombra's hand between her own tiny ones, knees pulled her her chest as she tried to sing something remote soothing.
"Well I've been been afraid of changing, cause I built my life...around you. But time makes you bolder, children get older and Im getting older too. So take this love and take it down. Oh climb a mountain and if you turn around- and you see see my reflection in the snow covered hills...welll maybe....maybe. The landslide will bring you...down."
A soft kiss pressed to the other's hand before it was carefully placed at the ice cold statue's hip.
"Ill return in another night or so to do this all over. Except maybe the singing. ....Everything I feel inspired to sing is angsty and the last thing I want you to do is wake up more pissed than you already will be. Maybe some children's songs in French, no?"
The Ventrue smile teasingly, though the tease went unnoticed and was met with no quip from the other. Regardless, she rose and dusted herself off, pressed a tender kiss to the woman's crown and took her leave just a couple hours before dawn's inevitable return.
The broken Lasombra remained safe, the location secret and the Ventrue's determination to care for her friend properly, in all ways, absolute.
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