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[ScarletLady0523]

Lucretia21

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He looked at Cleo and chuckled, smiling at her when they answered in unison. He decided that he liked Tajmina and found her pleasant to be around. As Raven and Tajmina talked with each other, he lifted Cleo up and sat her gently on his knee pulling her plate over near him. For whatever reason, this petite blonde haired beauty had made her way into his heart and he was becoming more and more fond of her by the minute. She was so adorable and lovely. Her ways of quiet observation and careful consideration before speaking made him watch her even more closely to learn her mannerisms and ways. It was endearing.

Making sure that he had no syrup or anything else greasy or sticky on his lips, he kissed the top of her head and gave her waist a gentle squeeze to let her know he wanted her to stay right there.

"You're welcome Tajmina."

 

[ScarletLady0523]

Lucretia21

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thє gírl вrєd tσ вє α slαvє

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She listened to Raven as she slowly ate her delicious breakfast. She was glad that she wasn't that hard to understand and she nodded in agreement when Raven said that it's easier to speak to someone in their own native language than to try and speak English with them sometimes. Especially when their accents were to hard to understand. Sometimes it was because of a lack of vocabulary too. She found it interesting and heartwarming that Raven had been to India. She wondered what parts she'd been to. She would ask her she decided. She herself was from the city of Agra where the famed Taj Mahal had been constructed. Then Raven asked her why she had come here. She hadn't been here long... Only a few short days, so the memories of why she'd accepted the invitation so readily was still clearly etched in her mind. Not to mention the bad experience she'd had with the two men in the bar. She shuddered visibly just thinking about it. After a few moments of silence and contemplation, she started to speak.

"Oh, good. I'm glad that I'm not that hard to understand. It would be a treat to speak to you in my native tongue, but English is fine as well. I understand that I am no longer in my home country. It's wonderful to hear that you've been to India. What cities or areas did you visit? I am from Agar where the Taj Mahal is. I loved growing up there. I lived there until a few days ago. Which leads into your next question about why I'm here. I accepted the invitation to come because.... Because my husband was cruel to me. There are many things about it that I could say. But for now, that is good enough. Women in India are raised to be like slaves to their husband and family. But this man took it to far. I loved my father and my brothers as well as the rest of my family growing up. They always treated me well. But this man, I could not live with. And so, here I am. But.... Some of the people here scare me."

She spoke in a lower, more hushed tone.

"I was in the bar a day or so ago and the one man that was there was angry. So very angry. And then when I looked up at him, his eyes were void of color. Black as the darkest night. It scared me so badly. And the man behind me said things that also scared me. I was so bewildered that I ran off crying and blathering in Indian and hid in my room for a day. This is the first time I've been out. And like with you. I'm not scared of you. But how can you say that in the past century you've been to India three different times or more? That's not normal. You look normal... But some of you aren't .... Human... I just don't know what to make of it... Can you help me understand it?"

((O.ut O.f C.ookies smile )

чєs, σf cσursє mαstєr

í wσuld вє plєαsєd tσ sєrvє чσu...

 

[Lucretia21]

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb
Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

Wake me up
Wake me up inside
I can’t wake up
Wake me up inside
Save me
Call my name and save me from the dark
Wake me up
Bid my blood to run
I can’t wake up
Before I come undone
Save me
Save me from the nothing I’ve become

~Raven~

Company:

ScarletLady0523

Raven raised an eyebrow curiously when she saw Tajmina shudder after she'd asked her why she had decided to come to the castle. Was it a sensitive subject or something? Raven wondered. She hadn't really meant to touch on anything like that. Granted, Raven was usually pretty blunt with her questions; she saw no reason to beat around the bush. However, at the same time, Raven didn't try to pry into people's personal lives. She was just about to tell Tajmina that she didn't have to answer her question when the girl spoke, so Raven remained quiet, listening to what the girl had to say.

Tajmina said that it would be a treat to speak in her native tongue, but that English was fun, and Raven nodded her head in agreement. That was what Raven normally tried to do, she usually tried to speak the language of the country she was in. Although, there were plenty of times that wasn't possible when Raven had yet to learn that specific language. She also asked Raven had cities she had been to in India, but Raven would wait until the girl had finished before she answered that question, not wanting to interrupt her. However, remembering the places Raven had been in India slipped her mind when Tajmina went on to answer her question, of why she was there.

Raven bit down on her tongue to keep from saying anything, and had to work extra hard to keep her expressions normal when Tajmina explained that her husband had been cruel towards her. There really wasn't that much that annoyed Raven, but hearing about someone that was purposely cruel towards someone else for no reason was a good way to get Raven angry. However, she was careful to keep it hidden, so that Tajmina wouldn't see. Beside, it wasn't like her husband was there. Now, had he been, Raven couldn't promise she wouldn't have hurt him. As it was, Raven focused on what Tajmina was saying, about how the woman in Indian were raised and Raven absentmindedly nodded her head; she remembered seeing the way that a lot of women in India acted towards their husbands and families.

Raven was glad that she'd kept her thoughts of Tajmina's husband hidden when Tajmina went on to say that some of the people at the castle scared her. Then lowered her voice and explained that she had been in the bar a few days ago, and apparently found two men that had frightened her, one of which had been pretty angry, from the sounds of it, and had sent Tajmina running back to her room. Hmmm, maybe Raven should have a little talk with the two men later, she silently thought. Not that she'd tell Tajmina, of course. The girl seemed so nice, Raven sort of wanted to look out for her.

Raven did give Tajmina a small smile when she said that she wasn't scared of her. At least Raven hadn't frightened her. She did, however, make a mental note to be careful of her actions around Tajmina. She didn't want to do anything to add to the girl's fear of the people in the castle, after all. Tajmina went on to ask how Raven could say that she'd been to India three times in the past century, because it wasn't normal. That while Raven, and the others looked normal, they weren't human. Raven raised an eyebrow, she hadn't even really thought about the fact that Tajmina might not know anything about er- supernatural beings. But that was clearly the case when Tajmina said that she didn't know what to make of it. . . and asked Raven if she could help her understand it. Raven blinked at her, twice, and leaned back in her seat, thinking that over for a moment.

Raven wasn't exactly that many people would call tutor material, so to speak. For the most part, Raven kept to herself, or helped out when she was needed and moved on. But she really didn't teach others about this. . . life. Still, it shouldn't really be that hard, right? Besides, she was finding that she liked Tajmina. The girl seemed nice, and Raven realized that she wanted to help her. So, nodding her head, Raven smiled at her. "I can try, sure," she finally said. Straightening in her chair, Raven leaned against the table a little. "It's. . . complicated, to say the least. But there's a lot of species other than human. I'll tell you about the ones I know," she said, smiling. "Do you want to go on a walk through the castle? I can point out certain species to you, and tell you how to tell some of them apart, as well as a little about them, if you want," Raven offered. That seemed like the best way to go about it, Raven thought. A sort of hands on lesson, so to speak. A lot of species were harder to tell apart than others, but there were some that Raven assumed she'd be able to point out to Tajmina.

Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead

All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life

 

[Lucretia21]

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under the cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Cleopatra St. Raven

~Witch~

Who She's With:

ScarletLady0523

Cleo tried not to eavesdrop on what Raven and Tajmina were saying, even though they would know that there was a very good chance that Cleo and Randal would hear what was being said; Cleo still tried to avoid it. But, she had came to the conclusion that she liked Tajmina. She seemed like nice, and like someone Cleo could be friends with. Well, Cleo could really be friends with anyone, really. But there were only a few people that Cleo would consider a real friend. Tajmina seemed like someone Cleo might be able to call that one day.

She was a little surprised when she suddenly found herself sitting on Randal's knee, but oddly enough, not as surprised as she would have been a few days ago. She was getting used to certain things that Randal did, even though they were far from what Cleo was normally used to. She considered that to be a good thing, because what she was used to, wasn't exactly that great. However, she found that she actually liked the way that Randal acted towards her.

She also realized that the more time she spent around Randal; the more she liked him. There had been something about him that she'd liked from the start, but that had only grown the more she got to know him. As well as the fact that she was beginning to trust him. Which was saying a lot for Cleo, since she so very rarely trusted people. It was hard to trust people, when you'd been betrayed as many times as she had. But Randal wasn't giving her any reason to not trust him; he was always nice to her, and pretty much everyone, really. And while some of his actions had taken a little time to get used to at first, he had never done anything that made her uncomfortable.

Which was why she didn't move right away after she found herself sitting on his lap, because oddly enough; she felt comfortable there. Still, she did consider moving after a minute, but decided against it when he gave her waist a light squeeze, since that seemed like his way of letting her know that he wanted her to stay there. So, Cleo didn't say anything for a few minutes, but she did lean back against him a little as she listened to a little of Raven and Tajmina's conversation, and finished off her breakfast. After a few moments passed, and Cleo finished off her orange juice. "Do you want to go try to put that. . . together, for you? Or would you rather go exploring the castle little, first?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. By 'that' of course, she meant the memory recovery potion that she'd promised to make him. But she decided against actually saying what it was, since there were other people around. Cleo was always good at keeping secrets, and because she liked Randal so much, she'd be extra careful to not let it slip, because he'd trusted her to tell her about his memory issue.

Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, somebody