::times goes by::
Pale moonlight penetrates the thick stained glass windows and falls in large coloured archs onto the stone floor, dimmly lighting the cold dark interior corridor of the castle. It was a cold night, and heat radiated off Loki’s bare skin, as she rubbed feircely at her sleep-ridden face. Racked with insomina she’d stumbled from her double bed, clad only in a flimsy white nightgown, and half heartledly staggered towards the great hall desperate for a peanut butter and prawn sandwich.
“Ergh,” she growned, rubbing her eyes gently and reached an outstretched hand towards an ancient wooden doorknob. Scrunching up her nose, she didn’t realise that the door she was to about to open was not the great hall.
The door scretched loudly, hings in agony, as if it hadn’t been opened for centries. Her eyes widen slightly, though still creased in the tired corners. “Erh,” she moaned questioningly again. “Where the hell am I?” she moaned and stepped into the dark room. It’s interior only light by sparcely possitioned candels, in each corner.
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Re: ::times goes by::
*A cruel laugh echoed through the room, a laugh of confidence, belonging to someone who sounded as though they knew exactly what the girl wanted to know. In the doorway came the silhouette of a familiar figure, that of Lyddie H'tarlaw. A low-cut, midriffed top and thin skirt with slits coming to her thighs was her sleeping attire tonight, if that's what you could call it, such a pale shade of gray it was nearly white. The fabric reflected the candle's soft lights in the darkness, darkened red lips curled into a grin, teeth just showing through.*
"It's a torture chamber, Flyteria," *Lyddie said curtly, though the smile didn't fade. She came closer to Loki, staring down at her, hands resting on her hips.* "I think you're smart enough to understand what that does."
The Antithia "Deliver me from forgetting everything else, and sacrificing all purpose, All to resolve it." - The Vampire Lestat
Re: ::times goes by::
Loki raised a languid hand to her check. This was definitely not what she needed right now. In her insomniatic daze, she didn't think she could handle a normal Lyddie, let alone one so lively at this deathly hour.
“Why must you always greet me with such harsh destain,” she moaned throatily, still dreamily wishing for the luxury of a peanut butter and prawn sandwich. “…and with a name that no longer exists,” she sighed, gazing upon lyddie with clouded green eyes.
She scanned the room lazily more as gesture than anything else, for in her state, nothing appeared to matter except her sandwich. “My intellect by far exceeds any of you worthless followers, so if you would just point me in the direction of the kitchen I would be grateful,” she sighed her head tilting lazily towards her left shoulder her feet shuffling.
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