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 Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 5:10 pm
Claudia's words rung out in Alae's mind only to repeat themselves over and over like they were stuck that way. To have someone to serve her needs - to be rid of this addiction and back to normal, it was all she wanted, truthfully. If she had to serve Obscuvos and give the God everything she had in order to warrant that, then so be it. Having hit rock bottom, the shell of a once chipper woman was at the end of her rope. So basically, she would do just about anything in order to help serve the God and gain His trust. Even if it meant helping out a little Plague pick out furniture for her less than cozy drawer.
It was when the flower began to ask questions about what exactly Alae's problem was that she began to get a bit more withdrawn. What good would it do to tell this small Caedos what her problem was? If anything, it might only cause her more grief, for the Claudia, while she had been kind to the young woman this far, didn't seem to be too far from the type to exploit another's weakness. As she watched the Plague run a hand over the bed then look directly toward her, she couldn't help but weigh her options. It was either tell Claudia and appease her, or not tell her and risk making her upset and doing a poor job on her task.
Failing or doing poorly would not due, so with a heavy sigh, Alae shook her head and murmured a quiet, "...I used to take to the bottle," she exclaimed. "Quite heavily." At the mention of her alcohol addiction, the confectioner's thoughts immediately went back to the glass of absinthe that awaited her back at Felicity's home. Boy, how she wanted to take a sip of that thing oh, so many times, even though her father had strictly forbid it. It was a reminder to her of her old life, not something to tempt her to go back to her old ways.
"But that's not important, though," Alae went on to say with a dismissive wave of her hand. "The most important thing of the day and the only thing I want to focus on is you and what you want." A small, gentle smile spread across her face at this, perhaps an attempt to show Claudia that she was, in fact, sincere about those words. "This is your day Claudia. Let's not ruin it by talking about me and my problems."
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:44 am
The notion of this woman having a drink addiction made Claudia incredibly interested: such a destructive habit yet perfectly suited to The House. The flower was not completely worldly wise but she knew enough about liquor and its effects to have quite a condemning opinion of it on a personal level. It made people lose all sense of coordination, made them silly at times and other times violent. In too great quantities it forced the drinker to empty their stomach – she had seen foolish drunkards before and Felicity had given them a wide berth. It seemed a wholly masculine and unattractive habit... Yet at the same time she supposed that the instability of any addictive substance, the uncontrollable actions that it spurred, were valuable and whilst it seemed Alae was safe from her dark desires at the moment – having someone teetering on the brink of self destruction was an exciting prospect. Felicity, her Grimm, was exactly the same though her secret was her shattered romance. It would provide a perfect environment for a young plague.
However, the human was right. This day was not meant to be about her – it was all about Claudia and the flower was only too happy to revel in the attention. Strutting around a particular bed she finally decided upon what she wanted.
“This one pleases me just fine.”
She stalked around it, fluffing the tiny embroidered covers with her malice filled fingers. It was a four poster bed; finely designed and a grand piece of art for such a relatively tiny item. The columns were engraved with delicate patterning and Claudia was sure that the fine piece of miniature furniture would make a great start to the decoration of her home. Delicately positioning herself on the edge she patted at the surface to test it... Admittedly it was not as soft as it perhaps could be, after all the fake dolls that were probably meant to inhabit it could not really value cushioning, but that could be remedied later.
“Would you be so kind as to purchase this Alae?” Framed in the form of a question but intended as an order Claudia hopped off the bed and leant against it, smiling widely. She hadn’t even looked at the price – she didn’t care. She wanted this one regardless.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 10:09 am
For the moment, Alae was glad that Claudia had finally found a piece of furniture that she had liked. It meant that the conversation could veer from her less desirable habits and back to the Plague, as the focus should have been on the entire time. Worried thoughts festered in the back of the Auvinian woman's mind now that the caedos knew of her problem. Would Claudia keep it a secret, or perhaps she would come to use it against her later? Whatever the case, she would have to keep an eye on the delicate yet spiteful little flower. One never knew who they could trust, especially in this day and age.
A tired smile tugged at the former candymaker's lips when the little black death leaned upon the bed. It was a good choice, very fitting for a Plague like Claudia. It seemed to fit not only her personal style, but her taste for the more refined things in life. "Of course, I will," she told the caedos. It was only after she said this, however, that she reached a hand out to look at the price tag on the tiny bed. The smile faded at the sight of the price, only to be replaced with a wince and a frown. The little bed, although just for the dolls of some little rich girl, would end up costing the woman most of the money in her purse.
Yet she would just have to make due without. If Claudia wanted the bed, then she would get the bed. There was no way that Alae would be able to get out of buying it for the plague. Her mission was to take the little flower shopping and to please her, and that was what she was going to do, even if it meant spending most of her money. Letting her wince at the price fade, the woman replaced it with a softened smile again as she began to fish out her coin purse. Once she had, she dipped a hand inside and produced the proper amount of coins: fifteen, from her limited funding of only eighteen gold pieces, which she then held out to the shop vendor. "I'd like to buy this bed," she told the man, motioning down toward the one Claudia wanted. The man just nodded and smirked.
"Excellent choice; you may have it."
With confirmation that Claudia would now have her bed, the woman extended her arm out again to let the plague climb up. She then also took the bed in her other hand, careful to make sure she didn't grasp it too tightly. The last thing she wanted was for it to break on the way back to the home of the flower's grimm. "It's a wonderful bed, Claudia, but shall I take you home now? I'm sure your guardian is worried sick about you and is missing you dearly. Not only that, but it has been a long day." At this, she gave the caedos a nod, but then waited to see what she wanted to do. Hopefully, she would agree to going back out of eagerness to try out her new bed. Then again - who wouldn't be excited for a new piece of furniture for their room?
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