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 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 1:53 pm
 Snowshire
Snowshire was home to the few that welcomed the frigid cold. It could have been the home to the most beautiful woman in the world, however, who could say? She was as pale as the snow falling upon the desolate earth, skin so smooth it seemed almost surreal. Her hair fell past her back in thick golden waves, framing a delicately heart-shaped face. As customary with most blondes, she had blue eyes. They were opalite blue, judged to be glowing by the few who visited her.
Her body looked as if untouched by time, curving in just the right way- like an hourglass’ shape. She was around her mid-twenties by now, and sought after by most of the male population in Snowshire, though not just because she was beautiful. There was a limited amount of women willing to come to a frosty place and stay there for an indefinite amount of time. The only other women there were married with kids. In any case, she seemed surreal, living in a stone-made tower of a home at the farthest corner of the town.
Snow Queen, they named her.
This Snow Queen was dying against the wooden floorboards of her home. She breathed heavily, wisps of white air rising past her lips in each labored breath. Her hand clawed uselessly against the floor, trying to grasp at anything that could help her. Opalite blue eyes, hazy with passing time, stared ahead, occasionally flitting incomprehensibly around, avoiding the obvious. The Snow Queen did not want to die. It was improbable, was it not? Was that regret she felt clenching against her chest?
Blood pooled around the woman’s hair, tainting the golden strands of hair. Her white fur coat, wrapped cozily around her delicate frame, was red with blood. Yes, it was definitely bizarre. Hope was lost; she wouldn’t live. There was no one brave enough to venture into her tower until it was all but too late. Her pale blue eyes looked on, finally resting upon her visitor.
On the other hand, could she call it her murderer?
A red-green-pink ghostling perched lazily on the kitchen counter and watched the woman with fascinated eyes. There was nothing normal about the ghost, and the first thing to be odd was that she was a ghostling- one made half of intangible wisps and the other of pieced together abnormality. Everything about her, gathered from her appearance, was child-like. Her mouth curved upwards in a pleasantly innocent smile, as though the scene before her was a part in a movie and not reality. She made no motion to come closer or move away, completely at ease to watch the passing of another life. Azaelia didn’t particularly care in any case; after all, it would not be like her to give a damn of anyone else but herself.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 2:17 pm
Snow was one of the few things Joachim could stand. While it reflected the sun more intensely then any other natural surface, its very nature also reflect the light of the moon all the same. Snowshire on the other hand, did not reflect the surrounding beauty, it reflected the cold, decaying souls of its inhabitants. One might call the town, alive, or, pleasant. Joachim felt differently. With his hearing he could differentiate between the screams of an abused wife and the crying of the couple's child. With his eyes, he could make out the gore stains that covered the walkway to the town's leader. And with his keen sense of smell he could practically taste the blood from a dieing woman in the air.
Yet, this woman's blood did not come from the village, rather it came from the tower. Belonging to a cold, heartless, and, in Joachim's opinion, a somewhat mentally challenged woman, the tower had never held much interest to Joachim. That is, until the sound of the woman in her death throws and spilt blood drifted by like a cold caress.
What was even more interesting then the self proclaimed snow queen's death was who's scent accompanied that of her blood. Wild flowers, mingled with death and dust.
Casually drifting to the building, he held no reservations and he walked right in. The woman was sobbing now. Not that Joachim cared. She had once tried to slay him, and, for that unwarranted attack, he held no pity for her current state. If he held any pity at all, it was for the wasted blood, which if anything, was steaming and staining the nice fur rug. He decided that he felt more pity for the poor bear that had supplied the fur for the rug then the woman who was pleading for help.
"I care not for you snow queen," the words left his mouth, aiming to sting, "however, I do care to discover how you ended up in this sorry state." Again, the scent of death mixed with wild flowers. Noticing it came from the kitchen, he did not fail to notice the ghostling he had meet only in passing. Though he knew her to be, could he say, childishly exuberant, he did not think the little ghostling could murder so...coldly.
"Tell me Azaelia, what bring a flower such as yourself so far north? And more so, why do I find you over the body of a dieing woman?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 3:34 pm
The flower child could sense a new ghostling enter the premises. Similarly, the Snow Queen did as well, but the human probably had not realized the difference between alive and undead. Azaelia watched as hope rose from the depths of the woman’s pale eyes as they shifted from her to whoever it was. She felt the slightest hint of annoyance gather, but it faltered against the ghost’s natural frivolous attitude and faded. Her features remained amused, showing little more than interest at the Snow Queen’s slow demise. What did it matter to Azaelia if another entered? It was just one more ghostling. Most of their ‘species’ often didn’t dwell in the affairs of the Living Ones, not unless the question of why a ghostling was toying with the humans interested them.
It was that thought that made her curious about the other outsider.
Azaelia’s smile widened at the sight of Joachim, eyes turning with a slight tilt of her head. At first, the red-green ghost had merely listened to the vampire’s smooth voice speaking with the Snow Queen, and waited for it to trigger any familiar memories. She recognized the other with a small semblance of ease only milliseconds after she saw him. Her memory may not have been reliable, past or present, but the little flower-ghostling knew it was inadvisable to forget anyone dangerous- foe or friend- particularly when she counted as ‘food’.
It was an instinct of survival, perhaps. She understood it better than the laws of society that the Living Ones tended to remain stuck with in their sad, restricted lifestyles.
She shifted, swinging her wispy, not-quite-there legs back and forth in an absent-minded gesture of not being able to keep still. Her red-violet gaze flickered briefly between Joachim and the Snow Queen, somewhat unsure of which interested her more. The process of death, small motions that were unique to those dying, interested Azaelia despite their lack of motion. Yet, there was the vampire ghostling, calmly questioning her whilst a Living one lay dying nearby.
“Azaelia was playing,” the ghostling replied, finally, after a moment, voice cheerful and unhesitant. She gestured briefly towards the Snow Queen with one hand- a toy in passing, broken now.
Azaelia pulled herself into the air, floating briefly before swiftly flying towards the other ghostling. “Azaelia also likes beautiful things,” she murmured, as if it explained many a thing. She flew in circles around the vampire a few times, exerting excess energy before coming to a pause in front of the fair-haired ghostling. The flower ghost laughed merrily, “Azaelia noticed Joachim is beautiful, too.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 10:46 pm
Her scent had waifed around him like a cloak while she had spun. The smell of flowers and death covered him and the room. Sweet, with the undertones of bitterness. He remembered that 'alot can be said of a person just by their smell'. Azealia looked, or rather smelled sweet, yet, Joachim he little doubt she was bitter or dead inside.
He was a bit unsure of what she was doing though, flirting, or examining? He had been called many things. Handsome, clever, robust, dangerous, but, she was the first to call him beautiful. Usually, beauty was associated with a woman, rather then a man. And, to Joachim's knowledge, no one, living or dead, had called him beautiful.
Her comments did not, to much of Joachim's understanding, fully answer his previous questions either. He had asked why she was so far north, and why she was by a dieing woman. NOT, what she had just been doing. Previous studies Joachim had done with humans, showed that they tended to avoid subjects that they had some part it. Joachim wondered if Azealia was the same.
"I did not ask what you were doing, rather I asked what you were doing this far north, and why you were near the future corpse of the snow queen."
He looked at the woman, who was crawling her way to the door. Knowing that sooner or later, she would be found or heard, he casually stroad by the queen, shut the door, and promptly bend the handle. He glared at the woman, who was screaming incoherences at him. "I will not have you going for help b***h." He hissed, showing fangs as the queen screamed. "Consider this your due."
"Now Azealia, care to would you be so kind as to answer my previous questions?" The queen, once more, was ignored.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:44 am
Azaelia cocked her head at him, looking clearly at a loss. She didn’t particularly understand why Joachim couldn’t understand what she said. To her understanding, the little ghostling was quite clear at what she meant. However, not many did know what she was talking about, living or dead. They were not mind readers, nor were they simply just understanding of it all. It was a little irritating at times, but Azaelia didn’t really need to acknowledge her exasperation.
“Azaelia likes beautiful things,” she repeated with a small pout. After a second, the ghostling repeated it, expanding her meaning just a little more. “Azaelia likes the snow, pretty people… She likes playing with the Living Ones…” The explanation came as easily as it did with the few sentences she had told him earlier. Azaelia shifted slightly, voice trailing off as her eyes rested upon the woman again where she scratched and clawed at the thick wooden door.
Desperation was clear in her eyes. Earlier, there had been cool acceptance. Joachim’s presence changed that. It was almost startling what the existence of hope tended to give to people, no matter how small.
She started again, attention moving back towards Joachim again as she caught her previous train of thought. “…Because Living Ones are fragile,” the childish ghostling murmured, tone lowering and deepening as it went on silkily. “They break when Azaelia plays with them, but Azaelia likes them better than toys.” The ghostling giggled quietly, floating over to where the queen lay.
All pretences of an icy persona had faded. There was nothing but stark terror at the sight of the flower ghost. Still, by now, the queen was weak and could do nothing but breathe and watch. Blood had spread about the ground. Since she had moved, the queen’s wounds were obvious. A long jagged line cut deep into her chest, and there was a mild wound at the back of her head and a stain against a stone on a wall not too far.
Azaelia pressed a red ghostly hand against the woman’s clammy flesh. “Ne, Joachim, do you hate her?”
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:08 am
It was as he had assumed. A childish mind blended with the need explore limitations. Both of herself...and of that which she was not. From what Azealia had told him, he could come to a few conclusions.
One, she had little idea of what the queen's death would mean
Two, the queen was in fact, very close to dead, yet, she still posed a threat to both Azealia and Joachim.
Three, she, Azealia, had a fondness for toys, and from that, games.
The woman's sobbing was becoming irritating. Sooner or later she would pass out from blood loss and expire. He glared at the woman, who only proceeded to cry and sob harder then before. "A long time ago, I came to the north, seeking refuge from a hunter." Another cry of desperation. The queen made another pitiful cry towards the door.
"She," he sent the queen another glare, "said she would give me refuge if I gave her immortality. I said it was beyond my powers." The queen was now, changing course, now, she crawled to the window.
"I told her she would have riches, and power, and, at the time, she agreed." She had managed to get to the window in such a short time. Impressive.
"Yet, midday, she attacked me, stabbing a silver knife in my right arm." The queen was trying to open the window, her bloody hands however, had no grip.
"Stunned, she called for help, for her lover." The woman had gotten the window open.
"Her lover was the same man who had been hired to hunt me down by the villagers I had fled from. " Joachim didn't care to let the queen go further. All it took was a few paces, and Joachim had her in a death grip. Throwing her back to the floor, he broke her left arm, inciting another scream.
"In an attempt to fight back, I threw the knife at her lover, which promptly landed in his chest. When he went down, I broke his neck. I took no chance. However..."
Screaming continued, Joachim hoped the queen would loose her voice.
"She again, attacked me. Forcing me out into the daylight, where I burned. I managed to survive by falling into a ditch with a snow cap overhead."
He kicked the woman as she screamed and held her broken arm to her chest, soaking it in her blood.
"So, yes Azealia. I hate her. She betrayed a guest, and sought to kill me. And for that..." He kicked her again. "I hate her and wish for her to suffer."
He then did what surprised the queen. he bent down and laid a soft kiss on her cheek. He also began to pet her hair, as if to try and sooth her.
"But...I will not kill her...Will I Snow White?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:15 pm
Upon “a long time ago”, Azaelia’s attention, so focused upon the queen’s pale exterior, shifted to Joachim. She looked intensely intrigued by his tale, his voice, and his obvious contempt for the Snow Queen. They were all easily explainable, given the flower ghostling’s childish demeanor. Stories, whether they were truth or myth, could captivate any small child with the right voice and emotion. The Poltergeist waited a few moments before floating away from the Queen’s side.
True, she didn’t understand what the queen’s death could mean. She hardly knew about her own. Azaelia didn’t know what many things meant, but it just made her more curious about her surroundings.
Without her close presence to the Queen, Azaelia watched the woman attempt to escape them. There were many times when the Living Ones tried to escape. It was generally amusing to watch it happen, their blatant desperation and despair when they realized it was simply futile. Azaelia’s eyes burned into the Queen’s face as she regarded the beautiful woman carefully.
She was still beautiful; though, she lacked her delicate grace before Azaelia had begun a game with her. Azaelia lurked nearer again, put off somewhat when Joachim claimed the woman’s cheek with a kiss. Her own red-violet gaze moved to Joachim, incomprehensibly. A dark churning strummed against Azaelia’s chest, making her feel both unhappy and excited at the same time. After all, was the Queen not her prey?
What was Joachim doing? What was the vampire thinking?
Did he want to take revenge for the Queen’s actions?
”What is Joachim doing?” She asked, mimicking her thoughts quickly. Her eyes were filling with curiosity, heavily veiling the slight flickers of annoyance and anger that her usual demeanor did not ever show. Azaelia felt her lower lip protrude slightly in a faint pout.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 10:20 pm
He drank in her fear, her desperation. The queen was a feast of emotions. And Joachim thrived for it. One who had tried to best him, suffering, and he was their to drink it all in. Azealia...Her presence only intensified the queen's emotions, spicing them with her own. Cold sweetness, covered in a blanket of death. Each time he caressed the queen's face, another wave of satisfaction rose through him. Sexuality, beauty, its was all lost under the pleasurable taste of the queen's emotions.
Humans were nothing to him. Yet, they could harm, kill, maim, destroy. It was their nature. Were Azealia and Joachim so different from their living counter parts? Looking down at the queen, and drinking in the fear from her eyes, Joachim brushed away his heretic thoughts.
"I am having my vengeance sweetling." He began to slowly add more pressure to the queen's head with each caress, soon enough, the queen began to struggle. Ah the taste! Joachim grinned as her felt her fear glide across his senses. Letting her go, Joachim knew she, the queen, would be far to weak to make it to the village. And even if she did, the snow storm outside would cover her form.
Drunk on the emotions of the queen, Joachim could feel power bubbling in his body. Boldly, he made his way over to Azealia and repeated the motion he had done with the queen. A kiss to the cheek, and a question.
"Do you so care to end this pale charade of life, or shall I?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 10:34 pm
It was strange, even she, with tendencies to remain ignorant of the subtle, could sense the dark power that Joachim reeked now as he drained the Queen of her emotions. Her red-violet eyes continued to regard Joachim in the same curious manner, not flinching or shying away from the odd pair the vampire ghostling and the Living, yet dying queen made. She floated placidly in the air, feeling both uncertain at what exactly she wanted to do exactly.
Yet, Azaelia knew she was getting more irritated the more Joachim remained close with the Queen. Her playful nature was slowly giving way to her second predominant demeanor that was normally submissive to the prior, selfish desire. She made a note of impatience, though stilled as the vampire moved away from the Queen’s side to hers.
Her head lifted slightly as Joachim kissed, shifting the direction down to her jaw. She paid the kiss no mind, preferring not to grasp any meaning to his actions, whatever they may be.
”She’s mine,” Azaelia insisted quietly, tone rolling with possessiveness. Angry, she turned towards the queen, flying quickly until the cold woman could do no more than look into the small ghostling’s eyes. The violet-red hues burned wildly with Azaelia’s suddenly jealous temperament. Her hands pressed against the woman’s chest, pressing against the wound Azaelia had given her before Joachim came.
Isn’t it hot? She purred at the Queen, her red-violet eyes misting with a hypnotic quality. Your blood- your entire body- it’s on fire. That’s why. It hurts, doesn’t it? More than anything else... The Snow Queen’s body convulsed abruptly, springing with movement as she writhed, but Azaelia was pressing her to the floor with increasing pressure as her anger continued to flare.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 10:58 pm
Joachim stood and watched as Azealia took her anger out on the queen. The anger was hot, and burned his senses. If the anger was the burning spice, the fear was a gulp of oh so sweet blood. The scent of death and gore now filled the room, the smell of flower fading away. The sources of the smell, disgusting to a human but exotic to a vampire, both began to emit their emotional scents rapidly. Azealia's anger, a scent of faded flowers mixed with old blood. The Queen's fear, mingling with the smell of hot, fresh blood and gore. Joachim could do little but, drink in the emotions and groan as he could feel himself become gored on its energy.
He hoped his groan had not been vocalized. To end such a feast of raw emotions would be a waste. And while he longer needed the energy, like a child with candy, Joachim devoured it anyways. But what truly gave him pleasure, was the sight of the cold queen in agony as he had been, fighting to survive. The Sight of that along would allow Joachim to sleep peacefully this night.
Again, another struggle, another wave of power for Joachim to gorge himself on. Did Azealia gain power though such ways as well? Was this why she tormented the queen so? Was she like him in that respect? Once more, waves of power rolled over him, his body could hardly take in more of such raw power. He fell to his knees, the sheer power overwhelming him, he could take no more.
"Ah..finish her...I don't know how much more of that false's queen's fear I can take!" He laughed, never suspecting that he would become so drunk of emotional energy.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 11:22 pm
Azaelia broke her eye contact with the queen, tilting her head to the side to glance back at Joachim. She felt a flutter of satisfaction, an emotion driven by her anger at him. Turning back to the Queen, whose body continued to writhe from the false sensation feed. The ghostling stared at the bloody woman, noting that it wasn’t as fun as it had been previously. It was rather dull, no longer quite as satisfying as it could have been before Joachim intruded.
All she could do now was simply snuff out the life dwelling within the body. Azaelia reached inward with a hand, slipping past the warm, red liquid and flesh within the woman’s chest. She twisted quickly to the right, clawing deeper and deeper until she felt her hand clench around an erratically beating heart. Once Azaelia felt within her grasp, the flower-ghostling smiled, lips curving widely almost into a smirk.
A quick and powerful yank brought the heart out; the Queen’s body started and stilled against the wood floor. She regarded it curiously; amused that someone so beautiful could have the same ugly-looking organ on the inside. Narrowing her eyes, Azaelia dropped the warm, but now still heart back on to the woman’s chest and rose back to her normal height in the air.
Turning to Joachim, the flower regarded the vampire with rising amusement, anger quickly shifting back to her normal flippancy. She forget, rather easily, of his intrusion. “Azaelia is very wet,” she proclaimed, soaked in the red of blood more than her usual mute color.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:50 pm
He didn't know weather to admire her or fear her. Admire her calmness when dealing with the death, or, fear her for her total disregard for said emotional state. Joachim's judgment abilities however, couldn't tell. That, and he couldn't tell if Azealia was beautiful covered in blood and gore, or if she was simply insane for not really noticing.
He decided she looked good in red.
"Go into the snow, if anything it will make the blood fade." He turned away, the sight of blood mixing with the smell of flowers once more. "Otherwise, it will spoil, and reek...." He realized what his words could be construed as. "Not that you smell bad, rather you smell..like flowers."
Oh yeah, he was smooth when he was drunk on power.
"Speaking of smell, that body will soon...deteriorate. And, if you know about dead bodies, you'll know that the smell will..for lack of a better phrase, make you want to retch." He walked over to the body and kicked it. He smeared the blood off on the last clean spot of the rug.
"How do you purpose we deal with..." Joachim frowned at the body of the once beautiful queen. "It."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 10:20 pm
Azaelia smiled gleefully, half-impressed by his knowledge of how to make the blood go away. Still, it wasn’t as if the Living Ones’ deaths were new to her. Sometimes her games were clean, but most tended to be rather detrimental to the cleanliness of any object nearby. Her glance fell upon the stained rug, which was so dirty that it was difficult to tell what shade it had been before her arrival.
The Poltergeist sent a warm grin to the vampire’s direction, and then flitted back to the Queen’s corpse.
“Azaelia is a flower, that’s why,” she said, childishly observant, at his comment of her general scent. Azaelia knew the smell well, as it always tainted the air she occupied like an infectious virus. The ghostling didn’t enjoy or hate the scent; it was simply air to her anyway.
Shaking her head slightly, Azaelia allowed her body to turn non-corporeal. The blood that had stained Azaelia splattered on to the floor without anything to attach to in the air. She remained in the state for a few seconds, taking her time returning to her usual corporeal state. Azaelia had to draw a certain amount of power to take something not part of her into a state of non-corporealness.
Her gaze scanned the corpse, mouth pursing. “Azaelia never cleans up,” the ghostling said curiously, not sure why exactly why Joachim wanted to ‘deal’ with the body. If she ever returned to areas where she ‘played’ with the Living Ones, they were already gone with the sites clean as it could be without Azaelia having been there. “Azaelia never stays that long anyway. Someone always cleans up after Azaelia goes away!”
“…But, Azaelia can help if Joachim wants to clean up!”
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 11:19 pm
He sighed. She may have gotten the blood off of her, but, she didn't want to deal with the body? How...tacky. While she had a point, humans cleaned up the mess later on. Still, Joachim couldn't help but slightly upset at the sight of so much wasted blood. Oh well, it wasn't his kill anyway. Any besides, Azealia had done the initial attack and final killing. It wasn't his problem. He had to let it go.
Another sigh. "Well, Azaelia, since it seems you have no more business here, will you tell me what you plan to do next? Raid the place, leave it open, or just abandon it?" Joachim had been wanting a fine tapestry. He wondered if the queen still had hers. He began to eye the items randomly scattered though the room. The rug was stained beyond repair, which was a real shame, a oil painting had a bit of blood splattered on it. Overall, anything of value in the room had been covered in a bit of blood, and was not worth salvaging.
"I wonder if she has any fine jewelry I could pawn off." he whispered to himself. After all, you can't steal from some one who is dead. Well, you could, but its not like they can fight back. he grinned at Azaelia, wondering if she could mind him snooping. He walked over and cupped Azaelia's head in his hands, laying another gentle kiss to her cheek.
"You'd look great in gold Azaelia. I wonder, do you think the queen had some gold you might like?" Haha. He might still be drunk on power, but he could still manipulate..or at least...he thought he could.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 10:09 am
Azaelia merely blinked at him, not quite sure why he was so curious about her. What was she going to do? While killing wasn’t her primary objective, stealing generally was. Treasure was something that Azaelia enjoyed immensely. As she said earlier, she was attracted to beautiful things, particularly if they were shiny and worth a lot or full of sentimental value. Death usually came into play when she didn’t get what she wanted immediately, or if she was in a mood for games.
The flower ghostling gave Joachim a small smile, one that edged close to a wan smirk. “Saa…” she murmured quietly, giving the blood surroundings a look. “Who knows?”
When Joachim mentioned the gold, Azaelia let Joachim’s words persuade her. She wasn’t exactly opposed to do so after all. “All right, Joachim,” the ghostling said with no end to her amusement. “Azaelia will look for gold.” Her naturally flushed face slid from his grasp, shifting away slightly without fuss. His kiss was starting to bring her some discomfort, but it wasn’t such a large distress that she needed to bring it up to note.
The tower wasn’t at all that high, but there were three floors to it. The first floor was the ‘entertainment room’. Some Living ones called it the ‘living room’, but Azaelia preferred the prior. It held more opportunities, and calling a room ‘living’ seemed to shut out the dead. In the second floor, there was a kitchen, and another more room that was more private than the entertainment room. Azaelia had ended the Snow Queen’s life there.
The third floor held the Queen’s bedroom, where the windows gave way to a scene of the enter town. That was most likely where she kept any fine pieces of jewelry. Azaelia faded into a non-corporeal state, flying straight through the stone and wood of the floor above them.
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