For a moment, a soft frown marred the young girls expression as the man before her spoke. Zurie had never been one much to enjoy others declining her offers, as rare as they were. To a degree, she understood her offerings to be much like a demonās: they were powerful, aged, and prone to requiring key parts of oneās being or soul. Still, she had her pride as a spirit and the simple act of having an offer declined greatly irritated her. Not to the degree of having someone start a house fire, albeit, but still rather irritated. Fires were simply atrocious, truly.
Sighing rather dramatically, Zurie drew one gloved hand to her forehead, drawing her fingers lightly through her locks of ebony hair soon after. Fine, if he wouldnāt impart with a measly part of his soul, than she would have to find another means of cleaning up the mess. It wouldnāt exactly do to have zombie guts, along with other unsavory things found within a long undead zombie, sprawled across her floors. It was tacky.
āThatās ratherā¦troublesome, but it is your soul to use and I will respect your decision,ā the girl announced from within her mirror expanse, mumbling a quick few phrases, āfor now at least. Spite me again and I wonāt be so inclined to giving you choice.ā Figuring there wasnāt exactly much she could do from within the mirror any longer, the small spirit worked on climbing her way out. The act, requiring a great deal of stretching and pulling on the girlās part normally, came out a bit awkward as she tried to do such in front of Charles. No matter which direction she tried to move, either her dress would begin climbing up, forcing her to play off fixing it like nothing, or her body would become too contorted over the small silver rimmed frame of the mirror to actually allow her any further movement. It was only with glowing scarlet cheeks and a good five minutes later that she managed to escape from the mirror. As well as quickly be reminded why it was she detested the basement so incredibly much. Evil idiotic mirror.
āI apologize for that, traveling is a bit difficult for one such as myself, you see and other than the mirrors, I have no real means of getting down here. Yet, this particular mirror just has to be a bit toā¦tall for my physically small stature,ā the girl tried to excuse, willing the blush on her cheeks down to no avail before continuing, ābut that has no real effect on you nor the mess, now does it? No, not at allā¦So, seeing as how you seem to want to keep your soul intact, however strange that is for a vampire, would you be willing to help me search for a few misplaced house guests then?ā By āhouse guestsā Zurie meant āslavesā, even in death had Victoriaās servants continued their work, albeit in a much more ghastly visage of pale, milky bones and decaying flesh. Once again, Zurie would never understand how lucky she was for her inability to smell.
Sighing rather dramatically, Zurie drew one gloved hand to her forehead, drawing her fingers lightly through her locks of ebony hair soon after. Fine, if he wouldnāt impart with a measly part of his soul, than she would have to find another means of cleaning up the mess. It wouldnāt exactly do to have zombie guts, along with other unsavory things found within a long undead zombie, sprawled across her floors. It was tacky.
āThatās ratherā¦troublesome, but it is your soul to use and I will respect your decision,ā the girl announced from within her mirror expanse, mumbling a quick few phrases, āfor now at least. Spite me again and I wonāt be so inclined to giving you choice.ā Figuring there wasnāt exactly much she could do from within the mirror any longer, the small spirit worked on climbing her way out. The act, requiring a great deal of stretching and pulling on the girlās part normally, came out a bit awkward as she tried to do such in front of Charles. No matter which direction she tried to move, either her dress would begin climbing up, forcing her to play off fixing it like nothing, or her body would become too contorted over the small silver rimmed frame of the mirror to actually allow her any further movement. It was only with glowing scarlet cheeks and a good five minutes later that she managed to escape from the mirror. As well as quickly be reminded why it was she detested the basement so incredibly much. Evil idiotic mirror.
āI apologize for that, traveling is a bit difficult for one such as myself, you see and other than the mirrors, I have no real means of getting down here. Yet, this particular mirror just has to be a bit toā¦tall for my physically small stature,ā the girl tried to excuse, willing the blush on her cheeks down to no avail before continuing, ābut that has no real effect on you nor the mess, now does it? No, not at allā¦So, seeing as how you seem to want to keep your soul intact, however strange that is for a vampire, would you be willing to help me search for a few misplaced house guests then?ā By āhouse guestsā Zurie meant āslavesā, even in death had Victoriaās servants continued their work, albeit in a much more ghastly visage of pale, milky bones and decaying flesh. Once again, Zurie would never understand how lucky she was for her inability to smell.