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A Vow of Black and White

A Vow of Black and White

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Millennia ago, humans who rejected the Gods were cursed; they and their mortal lovers were made to forget one another and were bound together as two souls to one body . . . but now that hex has been broken, what will happen?

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Introduction

~ Aglaia ~
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In days long passed, there was a time when humanity and the divine walked upon the same ground and shared one another’s company . . . these were the days when mortals clung onto those who gave them life desperately. These were the days when humanity was still naught but children in the eyes of their creators. However, these days have come and gone—the years passed on, and the innocent children began to grow up, humans began to reject those who had given them life. It was during this turbulent time that gods still walked upon the Earth, standing side-by-side with their rejecting children. . . .

Soon enough, a time came where the gods no long viewed humanity as simple ‘children’ though, and they began to see them for more than just that. Mortals grew up, matured and became much more than simple innocents, they had children of their own, many of whom who grew beautiful, and handsome, even in the eyes of the divine. And so, as it would happen, instances began to occur between the gods and humans, the divine taking on the mortals as lovers, these relations leading to the birthing of demi-gods. . . . Though mortals did reject the gods as their parents, they did not discard them as lovers.

In the eyes of the gods, humans had no rights to do so. So . . . the very first time it did happen, needless to say, the snubbed deity was not a happy one, no, he was quite angered. He was the God of War, a prideful figure who allowed his arrogance to rule him. As far as he was concerned, a mortal daring to say ‘no’ to him was the worst act committable . . . worse, yet, he was discarded by this human woman for the mortal man she already loved! To be snubbed for a mortal was beyond insulting. And in his anger, he had them punished for what was perceived as developing arrogance against that which was superior.

And oh, what a terrible punishment it was. The rejected God erased the memories the lovers had of one another, and bound their souls forever together in one body. The two would be reborn repeatedly; with only one of the two living at the time, while the other bound soul remained dormant, everlastingly asleep until they were reborn.

As centuries would pass and follow, time and time again, mortals would reject the gods for their then-mortal lovers, and the penalty inflicted upon the first set of lovers would be carried out again, so many, many times. . . . How very many people befell this tragic fate is a number nigh uncountable. Now, many souls carry within them memories of a lost time, and the spirit of their sleeping once-love. Into the present day, this has continued to happen to mortals, though the presence of the gods has waned away, they becoming figures believed to only exist within the echoes of mythos and history. Humans live as they do; leading their own lives and believing the world to only be inhabited by themselves. Some souls are ones who befell the fate forced onto those who rejected the gods, though they do not know of this.

Things however, are about to potentially change. Despite the penalty placed onto the humans who had rejected the gods being a fate carried out for millennia, the God of Love himself has recently called upon his brothers and sisters, and uttered unto them a plea regarding the fates of these star-crossed lovers. He wished them to be released of their fates, and allowed to once more meet.

The ruler of the gods was not at all against this idea, however, the proposal was met with resistance from one particular figure. . . . The God of War. The very notion of releasing the mortals who had dared to defy the gods from their bindings was something he scoffed at, and objected to quite openly. Though it had been eons since he had been rejected by the first of the humans to deny a god, he remained ever bitter. His pride still hurt by that mortal woman, he refused the idea of releasing her and her lover from the fate he inflicted upon them.

Though the God of War resisted the proposition brought forth by the God of Love, many of the deities were not completely against it, because of the mixed reactions to it, the King of Gods himself formed, in his mind, a fair compromise regarding the bound souls.

He deemed that a test would be carried forth, those undertaking it would be the very first two sets of lovers who befell the fate of forgetting one another and being spiritually bound together. For the first time in millennia, their souls would be divided back to their original forms, they would be allowed to live at the same time, and . . . by the musings of fate, the lovers would be made to meet each other again, as themselves, for the first time since before they were penalized. They would not be aware of their pasts, their histories as lovers, nor would they be conscious of the memories from the previously led lives. And through this, the test conjured up by the King of the Gods would begin.

Just what was the test. . . ?

It would be to see if these once-lovers were able to once again fall in love with one another. If even after so many centuries and leading different lives, these four humans were able to love those they rejected the gods for again, then all those mortals who had befallen the same fate as they had would be released from their bindings and allowed to meet their lovers. Because, it would prove that the humans were truly in love. . . .

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ImageOur story picks up in the modern day, after the lovers were separated from one another and born again. They have since grown up, apart, and possess no conscious memories of their past lives/lovers, and they are not aware of the fact that they are being tested by the gods. As far as they know, they are just completely normal people, leading average lives, like everyone else in the world. The gods are but legends that only echo through the annals of history. Nothing more. None of these four are at all aware of the fact that they are about to meet the ones they called their soul mates in a life long since over. . . .

The strings of fate are about to be fiddled with to bring these four mortals together, as one commonality will bind them together—the place in which they will reside.

Blanchett Manor; an old home located on the outskirts of the metropolis of Aglaia. Recently renovated by a rather obscure young woman, rooms have been put up for rent here by her . . . and fate has seen to having those being tested by the gods taking up the opportunity to live here. It is here they will dwell, together, but it will not simply be them.

There are two others whom will also be living here, two people who are not quite so . . . normal. Who are they?

Well . . . in line with his protests against releasing the mortals whom had snubbed the gods, the God of War himself has decided to descend upon the earth as the test begins to ‘overlook’ it. He himself will be living within the home as well, trying his hardest to prevent the lovers from falling in love with one another again, more specifically because one of the women being assessed was the one who had rejected him.

And, the other does not have such ideas in mind. No, no, if anything else, her goal is to prevent the God of War from meddling in the affairs of these four humans. She is a young demi-goddess, born of the God of Love himself, she too will be living in Blanchett Manor with the humans and the God of War, watching over the events, and working to protect the hearts of these humans from being tainted.

Together . . . these six are going to be living within the confines of Blanchett Manor. One can only wonder what will unfold, will the lovers find their lost feelings for one another again . . . or will their hearts be given to another? And what of the demi-goddess and the God of War, living with mortals, what changes will ensue within their souls as well; is it possible that they might find love?

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Once the slots are full, if someone is really interested in joining this roleplay, send me a PM and we'll work out a character slot idea. I'll only be accepting two more people beyond the slots listed below though!!


Character Slots: There are six main roles required to start the roleplay, I accept reservations, but I’m strict about enforcing a cap time on how long you may reserve without asking for an extension! If you wish to reserve a slot, ask in the OOC thread, reservations last for 48 hours from the time I confirm them. If you need more time than this, post a message in the OOC and I’ll give you a 24 hour extension. If you exceed the 48 hour cap time without asking for an extension, I will open the character slot back up and allow someone else to take it.

Regarding the roles of the divine; they may have powers, but keep in mind they are living with humans who believe that figures such as them are nothing more than mythos now—they don’t exist! So, even though they possess powers, remember that they will more than likely be keeping their roles a secret, and using their powers very discreetly, if at all.

The Mortal Four
Girl One ~ Evande Gemma Sterling played by Beta Type Jakuri
Girl Two ~ Aina Bliss Ederra played by xKyrie
Boy One ~ Iòseph Calum Bhaltair played by Abraxas
Boy Two ~ Rei Jeune played by Annaky

The Divine
The Demi-Goddess ~ Celandine Letitia Aleksander played by Alpha Type Shurelia
The God of War ~ Akatosh played by Seraph

The Humans
The Sister ~ Adaele Jueri Sterling played by MuteEcho

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Okay, so the plot to this is clear, but there is this factor; the fact that this roleplay is pretty open-ended. Considering there are mythic figures at work here in the role, IE the demi-goddess and the God of War, I don’t think everything will be so simple. I imagine that there will be some seriously weird stuff happening off and on, wacky things that will be dramatic and funny . . . if you want to know what I mean, think of Ah! My Goddess.

Toggle Rules

1. As far as posting length goes, I’m imposing a minimum word count per post. I don’t want a bunch of tiny posts, so I’ll ask that you please write at least one-hundred words per post. Also, I expect proper grammar and spelling, this is meant to be a literate roleplay so, I think that understandable?

2. No godmodding or meta-gaming. Seriously, no one really likes this.

3. Post as often as you’d like—I’d love it if everyone could post at least once a day, but I know that can be a bit much to ask at times. So, I’d really appreciate it if everyone posted just as much as they could. At the minimum, I’ll be asking for a post once every three days here, if you don’t, I’ll be PMing you about this. Nothing personal, I just don’t want my roleplay to go and die out!

I understand that real life gets in the way of online life sometimes though, so if you can’t post for a little while, please notify everyone in the OOC thread, okay? Then go ahead and try to get your character out of the limelight for a little while so the roleplay doesn’t get all stopped up and stuck. If you can’t do this though, permission will be granted to the other players to ghost roleplay your character to the extent of performing minor actions in order to get them out of the limelight until you yourself are able to return and assume control.

If you are gone for more than five days without proper notification though, your character will be put up for dibs, and one of the remaining active roleplayers will be allowed to control them until you return.

Also, there is no set posting order at all, simply, do not double post.

4. Romance is encouraged here, but not smut. Yes, one of the tags for this roleplay is ‘adult’ as I expect some situations to arise in the roleplay that aren’t exactly rated G. Buuuut, I don’t want full out graphic scenes cluttering the roleplay up, keep the situations PG-13 and make sure you follow the rules of the site too—wrap up kissing scenes in two posts, and keep the stuff separated by five posts in total. If things start taking a turn for the too graphic, FADE TO BLACK and take your hormones elsewhere. I don’t want to log onto the roleplay and find a sex scene or something really smutty. . . . ._.

You can use innuendo and stuff here, but, try not to make it the only thing your character says, give them some more depth than that.

5. As far as violence goes, it and gore are not a problem for me at all, but I don’t want the roleplay turning into some gore-laced horror story, where there is a disembowelled body at every turn, so let’s keep death and injury at a realistic level. We don’t want anyone leaving here mentally scarred, do we?

6. Reserve characters in the OOC thread, remember that there is a cap time for reservations, two days from the time I confirm your request. Also remember this; if you can’t commit to the roleplay, then don’t submit.

7. If you have a question, ask me. ^^

8. Do not post until it stated that it is time to begin, I will myself write the introduction post, and once it has been placed, then it is free game.

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The rather familiar sound of fingers typing away on an old keyboard is all that filled the otherwise quiet air of her room that night . . . something that was no different from any other night of her life. The dim lighting from her computer monitor reflected off her glasses, whiting her eyes out from view—leaving her looking as nothing more than a creature bearing a nose and a mouth. . . . .it seemed Blanchett Manor was unusually quiet that eve, as opposed to the last few weeks. Noise, noise was something to which she was adjusting.

Yes, commotion was something she was awful used to from the years and years of construction that went on within the walls of the Manor due to its restoration, but, noise being caused by other people, by residents. . . . No, that was not something to which she was accustom yet. People were suppose to amend to things in two weeks, that was what she had read and heard before, it took a fortnight for a human to become used to something. Well, more than two weeks had past, and here she was, still getting irked and irritated by it. Why did other people have to go and be so very noisy? Was it so hard for them to just go and . . . have some respect for the others whom called the Manor their home now?
Yes, she understood that the lot of them were all strangers . . . but really. For the most part, everyone had moved into the Manor within the time span of about three days of each other, back at the beginning of the month. So, acclimation to actually living with people again wasn’t something Evande Sterling had been able to undergo at a gradual pace.

And for as much as she was a woman who loved her solitude, the idea of living with five other people, even in a home as big as hers, it wasn’t a notion which at all pleased her. Of course, she was more than aware that she couldn’t afford to keep up the Manor on her own, not financially, of course though, if she could have been able to, she no way in Hell would have gone and begun to rent rooms out to people she narrowly knew. Evande did imagine though, that while she thought of her tenants as loud and annoying, most ‘normal’ folk would see them as quiet and respectful. At least, her grandma probably would have thought as much of them.

Really, the worst they did was walk too loudly. . . .

For the most part, they left Evande alone. They sort of avoided one another and minded their own business, though it wasn’t like she really minded or cared about that. If the people living together didn’t care to know their housemates, so be it. Those who had gathered to live within the Manor though, were, well, they were all rather odd!

Hmph, no matter whom would have moved in here, I guess that I would still have managed to find something weird about them all. Evande thought to herself, continuing to type away, her eyes moving as more words appeared upon her screen. As more popped up from her typing, she made sure her eyes could keep up with them, and look over them for forming errors. Roleplaying again . . . as if it were a new occurrence though. It was really one of the few things she did, so, to find Evande typing up a post or a new roleplay premise really wasn’t anything shocking. Typically as her fingers worked away at the keys of her ancient computer, her mind was musing over other matters. Ranging from rather simple things to complex thoughts—going so far as to delve into her views on death and such matters.

Tonight though, it was going over her housemates, the people she had gone and allowed into Blanchett Manor at the cost of keeping the home after restoring it to its former glory. Given all the time, and money poured into the home, Evande would not let go of it. Even if it meant putting up with people being around her at all times. Evande knew it was at least true though, that she would have found something odd about anyone who would have moved in with her, and still thought of them as annoying in so many respects.

I suppose saying I feel neutral toward them all is the best way I can put it. Was that really the best way for her to go and state things? Given her thought patterns, it probably was. Evande was more or less either just a very passive woman, or she was irritated. Even when allowing herself to dive into the comforts of her manga and anime, the pink-headed woman still looked and acted almost detached at times, apathetic, as if she weren’t even getting anything from what she was suppose to love. To the people who had come to live with her in the recent weeks, she must have been something strange to see, how she acted at all times. Silent, stoic, and seemingly on the very cusp of anger at times. . . .

It was easier being that way with others. It kept them from talking to you, the idle chatter didn’t happen, and it prevented one from trying to confide in another. No one would share secrets, and as far as Evande figured, it would keep them from trying to share their own problems with her—it kept her from getting involved in things she didn’t belong in. And, that’s how she wanted it! The less problems she got involved with, the damn better it was. All she wanted was peace, simplicity. Just for an ordinary existence with nothing crazy; as far as she was concerned, that wasn’t too much to ask out of life. Of all she could do, Evande knew she could only hope that things would stay peaceful enough for her, even with housemates of all sorts.

. . . .no matter how much she hoped for her tranquility to be maintained, deep inside that otaku heart of hers, Evande had a feeling things were already beginning to turn on their head for her. Stuff had just been happening in a manner that was just . . . not quite right. The group which now lived in the confines of the Manor, they seemed so odd, yet at the same time, they almost seemed to mesh together too well. Evande, even being asocial as she was, herself could not deny this one fact. She’d very well noticed the strangeness now dwelling in her home, and did her best to keep isolated from it. For someone who wanted normality to remain a constant in her life, it’s easy to understand why it was that she was so leery of things. The people around her now weren’t at all normal.

And living in such close confines, Evande had really begun to fear over the last weeks that she would indeed become drawn into the problems and issues of her housemates, and that her peace would be shattered.

A sigh escaped the woman’s lips at that though, and her typing ceased as she blankly looked at the screen before her, not moving for a moment, fingers still hovering over the keys of the worn out old plastic keyboard. “Maybe this is enough for now. . . . I can do more later.” Evande murmured quietly, quickly adjusting her glasses before she moved a hand up to the mouse and saved her work.

Yes, what she had done was enough for the time being. There were other things going on that mattered more than just roleplaying . . . for one, it was about three o’clock in the morning, and she still had yet to eat anything remotely similar to dinner. Other things included her needing to sort out the monthly bills for Blanchett Manor. Sure . . . the things she needed to attend to weren’t glamorous, but they were enough to sate Evande’s want for simplicity.

Not making much of a sound as she moved her mouse up to set her old computer into sleep mode, Evande proceeded to yawn and stretch after doing so, scooting herself away from her desk as she got to her feet. The woman turned on her heel, deciding that she would first go eat something, and then maybe allow herself to work on other things. It was three o’clock in the morning—it was probably pretty safe for her to head out to the kitchen now, chances seemed slim for her to run into a housemate at the late hour.

Treading lightly, the woman went ahead and idly crossed into the family room of the Manor from her own dwelling, arms crossed across her diaphragm in a rather lax manner. Truthfully, Evande didn’t know if she would run into anyone else at this hour, but she needed to eat something . . . so, she went ahead into the kitchen.

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The nightmares were very vivid in a sense that what ever images did come forth and were perceivable, were very clear. Other times, the images in between would only come to him as blurred remnants. It was like he was at an eye appointment, and seated in a very uncomfortable chair with a variety of lenses in front of his eyes. "One or Two?" First the image would be clear, then severely blurred. "Three or Four" And again, but with different images. "Five or Six?" Same results. "Seven or Eight?" It was the same process every night, and as the imaginary numbers were called out, the images would only get more disturbing. "Nine or Ten?" This would be the point where he would wake up. He'd always wake up when ten was called out. Now, in his nightmares, he wasn't actually seated in a chair, and there was no man calling out numbers as a vast amount of lenses switched. This is just simply the way Iòs envisioned it upon waking up, to make it more comprehensible.

And even though some of the images were clear, it always had to be images that made no senses to him. Yet they seemed... oddly familiar. A woman crying, a man on his knees. His nightmares were telling some sort of love story turned tragedy. Now, he only classified these as nightmares because they certainly weren't pleasant dreams, and it always made him wake up in a dead sweat. They had be occurring ever since he moved into the basement living area of the manor. Two weeks straight. Fourteen nights. This particular evening, he woke up in his usual cold sweat and turned his head to peer at the alarm clock that lay across the dark room. The bright red digital letters were barely made out, due to his nearsightedness. And so, with a sigh, Iòs preformed the ritual of rolling to the other side of his bed, fumbling in the dark for his glasses that lay on the nightstand, then putting them on and turning his gaze once more to the only source of light that lay in the room. It was three. Three AM. Terrific.

Not that it came as much as a surprise to him, the nightmares always seemed to be constant in waking him up at the exact same hour, too. So, of course, he was now used to waking up from nightmares at three AM in the morning, and he was also used to getting out of bed and dressing in what one could only describe as very, very casual wear. Not that he was half naked or anything, but the only thing that adorned his body was a white tank, and a pair of gym shorts with the drawstring loosely tied into a bow. Now, as usual, Iòs moved to head up to the first floor, and more specifically, the kitchen. He wasn't really expecting anybody to be in the kitchen at this hour, but he was pretty certain there were people up.

And how his expectations got the best of him! For when he ascended his stairs to the first floor, took a small walk forward, a right, and then another small walk through the edge of the dining room, and then one more right, he came to find himself peering at another tenant of the house, and more specifically, the pink-haired tenant he payed his rent to and not once shared a word with. That is, until this very moment, where small metaphorical gears in Iòs' head stopped turning momentarily, and so he opened his mouth to offer up a few tired words, accompanied by a jaded look on his face.

These words, of course, were completely casual, and didn't really offer much room for conversation at all. Really, poor words to first say to a person, especially after living under their roof for two weeks. The words?

"M'hungry, making food. Was sleeping, but nightmares..." The words, of course, trailed off as soon as they had come out of his mouth, and the gears in his head began turning once more as he shuffled his way to the kitchen area and buried his nose in the fridge momentarily. His gaze lined up with a carton of eggs, his carton of eggs, rather. And then his eyes traveled slowly down the crate, counting each egg through the slits in the top individually. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... Eight. Eight eggs. Two less than yesterday morning. Problem being, he hadn't made eggs yesterday morning.

And so, with a groan, Iòs took out the carton of eggs, placed them on the island counter top next to the stove, and flipped the top open. His gaze then moved fluidly to the pink-haired woman again, and he offered up a groggy smile. "Somebody has been eating my eggs. And considering it's happened once, I'll allow it to happen twice." He gave a nod along with that, apparently thinking it made sense and turned back to the counter to bend down slightly and grab a pan from underneath the counter. "That was an invitation to cook you a very early breakfast, by the way. If you accept, kindly grab some butter from the fridge, because I am way too tired to function right now, and therefore am using your acceptance as an easier way to obtain some butter." The spatula was grabbed next, and waved with emphasis at the fridge, drawing a circle in midair all the while.

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Rei's eyes stayed plastered to the ceiling as he sighed, still not getting used to the place. He'd gotten one of the rooms on the second floor, and it was bigger than he'd imagined. Plus, it was actually cheaper than his previous apartment, which was quite a lot smaller. It was aggravating, but he hadn't slept much throughout the night, despite his tendencies to sleep so heavily he couldn't hear his alarm. One bad dream was all it took for him to wake up and get some sort of temporary insomnia or something. In addition, Xander woke up with him, so he felt sort of bad for waking the dog.

Two weeks. That's how long it had been since he'd arrived and he hadn't really talked to the others. In fact, he'd done everything possible to avoid them. They didn't need to know him and he certainly didn't want to be stuck in a situation where he couldn't speak to someone conversing with him. It took a while for Rei to come back to reality, but the green-haired boy finally heard the strange grumbling from his Irish Wolfhound and smiled. "Yeah, I'm hungry too." He shook his head, smelling food. He shook his head, deciding he'd make his own food, or wait until he heard whoever was in the kitchen leave. But, as if on cue, the two's stomachs grumbled in hunger and he sighed, opening the door for the dog and him, closing it behind him.

"I'll get some food to eat and I'll get you some food, okay? Just know this is coming out of my money." Rei ran his hand through the dog's grey fur, grinning. He began walking, hearing the small pitter-patter of Xander behind him. He was sure he wasn't making much noise, especially this early in the morning. He was casually conversing with Xander, or rather, conversing to Xander, and he walked in the kitchen without even noticing. Quietly, he told Xander to sit outside the door.

His voice became even softer than it started out with. "Some people don't like dogs in the kitchen, and I wouldn't like to annoy the other residents." he whispered, and his dog sat. Smiling he walked in before realising something: there were human beings there, and he, Rei Jeune, could not speak to these people. His body started shaking slightly as he laughed nervously and shook his hair over his face, looking at the floor, trying to say something. The words never left his mouth, and he walked over to the fridge, glancing at the eggs cooking. He had some leftover food from the restaurant, and he became frozen on the spot. He really, really, really didn't want to face these people, but he turned around on his heel, food in hand.

It took a moment of silence, but he worked up the courage to say something, anything. "S-sorry. . ." That was the only word that exited his mouth, and he was glad he didn't say something ridiculously stupid such as "Hey, did you know that dogs can smell fear?" Well, that was a known fact. But he was sure they could, since Xander was now quietly whimpering outside the open kitchen door, urging him on. "I-I-I. . ." Rei's voice trailed off, being replaced by a bright red blush. His nervous laugh surfaced again and he breathed deeply. "I-I'll just. . . m-microwave. . . this." Rei's soft voice finally came out, but he was barely audible. Walking over to the microwave he sighed heavily, turning the thing on and putting his food inside. It was a few minutes of him sitting on the counter awkwardly, staring at the floor as it became a hell of a lot more interesting, before setting his food down at the table. Rei sat there and ate quietly, looking down the whole time and eating as fast as possible while keeping his table manners.

Why he was still peckish he did not know. However, Rei went over to the fridge and just got a pack of sweets from the very corner of the fridge (where he hid them, of course) and proceeded to get the bag of pet food from the corner, before leaving the kitchen with an awkward "B-b-bye. . ." before petting Xander. "I got your food!" he laughed, petting the dog and sitting down just outside the door. He took the pet food out and let Xander nibble on a bit from his hand, before kissing the dog on the head, walking upstairs. He hurried into his room, hoping to avoid any more human contact, and sat with a sigh, placing food in Xander's bowl.

I know it's my day off, but I really need to avoid talking to. . . people. he thought to himself, closing the door behind him and sitting on the bed. But staying cooped up in my room all day can't be healthy. He'd already showered, eaten and that was basically all he needed to do.

He found himself sitting down and writing a memo on his phone about the surrounding areas and about how this place reminded him of a valley of boredom right now. Well, it was better than his old town. At least he didn't have to deal with her. Rei stood up, stretching, when his phone rang. He flinched from the sound, but sighed and hung up when he saw the name on the bright screen; a screen that was making his tired eyes wince slightly. Miranda. I might as well call her later, I guess. It's too early for anyone to be calling anyways. She'll understand. he thought, before having to stifle a laugh. Right~! She'll understand. Rei lay back on the bed, closing his eyes in aggravation and fetching his laptop, rolling over onto his stomach on the bed. His fingers began typing away immediately, before Rei dosed off into a quick sleep.

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Akatosh, or as he was known as in his human guise, a one Mr. Adrian Nelson. The proprietor was more than a little quizzically confounded when he offered a rather substantial claim to the rather modest in comparison, mansion that she held the deed to.Knowing that she needed the money, also that she refused to give it up otherwise she took it with questioning thought. He became the owner of the back room, the one with the large ornate marble fireplace. There were twin snakes coiled down either side of the mantle. It was an intricate work fashioned into the Indian Rosewood.

He now sat in his lavish dark brown upholster leather chair, fire roaring before the man in the impeccable pressed suit. The one in which he wore was a grey stripe with Jacquard stitching. It had a two-button coat with a peak collar and double vents. It was very form fitting despite how loose it might have appeared outwardly otherwise. In his extended hand was a brandy glass, and in it was a warm amber hues. To the nose one could get the generous aroma of vanilla and fruit. The prominent wood character was well balanced with strong dried fruit flavors that developed into hints of coffee on the aftertaste, resulting in a soft, velvety finish with an opulent density.

He had sat there all night contemplating. He didn't need sleep. He never tired. Never wore out. Never died. He was immortal and unstoppable. He was a force of nature. His handsome features glowed from the fires as they were manipulated psychically; writhing and churning as if in agony when on the walls behind him, the shadows formed two figures, locked in endless waltz with one another when something inexplicably tears them apart. The glass, lodged between his middle and ring fingers, was lifted to his lips as he sipped casually and without sound. Yes, Adrian probably had Evande guessing still. Those reels, he could envision, were turning over themselves.

In the meanwhile, he wondered what could drive a creature to rebel against its creator.

{I'll post more, I'm just really tired.}

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Aina was currently tossing and turning with a pillow covering her face as she lied on the bed facing the ceiling. The sheets had been tangled in her legs but she paid it no heed. She had been living in this manor for the past two weeks but she still can't settle well. Sighing with a bit of irritation, she sat up and leaned on the headboard. She then turned her head to observe everything around her. Like her old room at the Ederra family mansion, more commonly known as the Mansion of Arts, where she had a princess canopy bed, her father made sure to have the same replica of the bed here in Blanchett Manor.

Looking around, she noted with satisfaction that her room was clean and organized just the way she liked it. She had finished her cleaning just before one o clock earlier after having an unplanned 4 hours nap and ever since then she unfortunately can't fall asleep once again. This is what have been happening to her for the past few days. She'd sleep for few hours but after that she can't ever go back to dreamland until she's totally exhausted on the next day.

The blue-haired girl knew that this is detrimental to her health, with the way she strictly follows her schedule she's expected to wake up at the designated time but she can't help it. She was so tired because of her recent sculpting that afternoon that she just promptly fell asleep once she got home. After that, she continued following her schedule and cleaning all the mess that she created. She tried playing classical soft and slow music, hoping she fall asleep but even that didn't help. Though the room looked exactly as it was back at the Ederra mansion, she still can't find the solace and the familiarity her old room had.

She let out a sigh again before scooting on the right side of the bed and checking the alarm on the table nearby.

Seeing the figures 3:00, glowing in dark caused Aina to groan and lay back tiredly on the headboard. She only have few more hours of sleep. She usually wakes up at 6AM to get ready for the day and she intended to follow it.

Specially since she wanted to see the sunrise, for Aina there is something relaxing with seeing the early morning sky. Everyday without fail, she will go to the nearest window or balcony and just stay there waiting for the rising sun. She'd stare quietly at the sun crossing the horizon wholly lighting the darkened skies along its path. Sometimes she brings with her a sketchpad or a digital camera to capture the moment, but she mostly prefers just standing and watching it silently.

Switching on the table lamp, she then opened her drawer. She decided that if she can't sleep she might as well check her things to do later that day. Retrieving her daily planner, she flipped the pages and searched for the particular date. Upon confirming that her schedule is not as busy as it is usually, when she saw that she only had the regular activities jotted down on her notes, she decided to grab some food at the kitchen. The last time that she ate had been hours ago and she had undeniably heard her stomach grumble in protest. Feeling hungrier when she thought of the mouthwatering foods on the fridge, she hastened her movements and left the bed. When she felt how cold it was, she grabbed a thin jacket to cover her pajamas and looked for her slippers before going out of the room.

As she was on her way to the kitchen, she was surprised to see a green-haired boy sitting outside. She was about to greet him when she noticed him concentrating on feeding his Irish Wolfhound dog, Xander. She didn't know Rei that much, he was one of the five tenants of the Manor and as far as she's aware, he's mostly out because of a part time job. She tried talking to him before but he had been so shy that even Aina with all her friendliness felt an unnatural awkwardness around him. She tried to smile at him but he didn't see her, instead proceeding to pet his dog and leave for his room upstairs. Still smiling fondly from where she saw him kissing Xander affectionately on the head, she started walking towards the kitchen.

She was once again surprised, upon seeing Evande and Ioseph still awake during this time. She let out a wide smile and amiably turned to approach the pink-haired owner of the manor. Though when she saw Ioseph cooking some eggs, she instead went over him and asked, "What are you going to cook? Is there some way I can help?"

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While being her quiet self about it, Evande wandered in the kitchen, softly sighing to herself, the pink-headed woman headed on over to where she knew the light switch was, merely shuffling her feet along quietly as she did so. For a moment, she paused in place, not moving to actually hit the lights. But, after a bit, Evande reach a hand out, removing her arm from her over her diaphragm quickly as she hit switch and subsequently grabbed onto the knob and adjusted the overhead lights so that they wouldn’t be blinding to her eyes, which were adjusted to work in the dark for the moment due to hours of sitting in front of a dim computer screen. After she managed to find a good level of lighting, the woman removed her hand from the knob and brought her arm back to its place under her chest. She really hated all this, living with others again. Sure, a few years ago it was bearable since it was just her parents, but now, she was living with a bunch of strangers, none of whom who seemed normal enough for her tastes.

Yes, the issue of her maintaining her peace and normality was of the upmost importance—Evande was happy to have managed to avoid speaking with her tenants for the most part, but she was still unnerved by the lot of them. Though it was not something she wanted to admit to anyone, even to herself, in the last weeks, she had been suffering from regular bouts of nightmares. Well, that’s what she assumed of them. The things she dreamt, saw, heard, smelled, felt . . . they were mere blurs to her. Senses dulled, everything within those remembrances were little better than something witnessed through frosted-soundproof glass. The only thing that made Evande truly certain they were ‘nightmares’ was due to the emotions she awoke with.

A heaviness lying upon her heart, tightness clutching her chest, the harshness of even breathing, tears pricking upon her eyes, rimming them as a sort of muteness caused her throat to feel as if it had swelled to the point of cutting her voice away. . . .

So, the things she dreamt of were not of the terrifying sort, but they still felt as nightmares from the vestiges of grief they left in their evidential wake. Never before had she suffered from such things, yes, she had nightmares before, but never so consistently, so grouped together. Now, that was definitely not normal. Evande knew enough to say that . . . The fact that her normality was now being threatened by something she did not understand, the woman could only feel as if she were being trapped, and held against her will by an entity which would take all she strived for from her.

Part of her wondered if all this was happening due to the strange grouping of people whom had gathered under the roof of Blanchett Manor. Perhaps she had some otherworldly connection to the lot of them, and those undefined bonds were causing her this irksome angst. Even at the thought of it, Evande found herself shaking her cranium back and forth with a slight scoff, the hint of a hollow smile on her lips. Ha, no, if that is really the case, then my life is like some really badly manga plot.

It was then that a noise stirred the woman from her thoughts, causing her to lose the small bit of emotion she held on her face. Footsteps, tired ones, they were sloppy, but distinguishable in the quiet that wracked Blanchett Manor for the moment. They were coming from the dining room, behind her. Raising a hand up to adjust her glasses by habit, Evande turned on her bare heel and spun around to face whomever it was, besides her, coming into the kitchen at such an ungodly hour, though she knew that she were one to speak. The middle and index fingers of her right hand maintaining a bit of pressure upon the bridge of her glasses, Evande watched as Iòseph, the manor’s basement dweller, sort of stumbled on into the kitchen, looking dishevelled and completely out of it. The man was suffering from a case of bed head and wrinkled sleep clothing, though different looked to be too tired to even care.

The only reason Evande herself looked the least bit presentable was due to her staying up until the rather unreasonable hour. Still, she was dressed in her normal, rather casual clothing—denim shorts, and a grey v-necked tee shirt that had a rather low neckline. Now, as far as Evande was concerned, Iòseph was just as strange a person as the rest of her tenants, she had so far managed to keep herself from talking to him, and their only real interaction was the exchange of money for the rent, and her giving him a copy of the manor’s front door. Though, this was something she had done with the other four people.

Evande allowed her arm and hand to return to their place, draped lightly underneath her chest and around her torso. Evande simply stared back at Iòseph, simply returning the gesture he regarded her with. He acted as if he were going to speak before staying quiet for another moment. Mm, two weeks, and he’s unsure of how to greet me. It’s either the grogginess or he just doesn’t know.

Finally, the man opened his mouth and fumbled something out, "M'hungry, making food. Was sleeping, but nightmares..."

The bit about the nightmares caught Evande’s attention more than the tired edge in his voice, or the fact that he was merely mumbling. Was she not the only soul within the manor dealing with those cursed nightmares? Being quiet for a moment, a pensive expression playing over her face, Evande’s gaze went slightly vacant as she ruminated over that before she huffed, and shook her head. No, it’s just a coincidence, nothing more. Everyone has nightmares sometimes.

As she had been thinking, Evande had missed where Iòseph had wandered over to the fridge and proceeded to dig into it, looking for whatever. During this, the pink-haired woman herself moved quietly across the kitchen, and headed for the walk-in pantry to dig out something simple for herself to eat, maybe soup or a can of ravioli. . . . But as she was about halfway across the room, she was spoken to yet again, something she did not really care for. "Somebody has been eating my eggs. And considering it's happened once, I'll allow it to happen twice."

Why is he talking to me again? Can’t he tell that I just want to go about my own business and be left to my solitude? she thought, sighing to herself as she turned to look back at the basement dweller, disinterest upon her features. Certainly my lack of any attempt to get to know any of these people should show that? Remaining quiet, simply looking at the rather goofy smile upon the feature’s of the blonde’s face, Evande was not quite sure what to make of him as he went about getting things out from under the counter, making too much noise for her tastes.

"That was an invitation to cook you a very early breakfast, by the way. If you accept, kindly grab some butter from the fridge, because I am way too tired to function right now, and therefore am using your acceptance as an easier way to obtain some butter."

. . . .seriously? Was he really. . . ? How utterly cliché, offering to cook her breakfast. Geez, this is like the beginnings of some really bad dating sim. . . . Evande thought to herself, totally not interested in the offer the man made, though he looked confident, twirling a spatula about in his hand while looking at her. Before the otaku was able to shoot down his offer, another soul happened to wander into the manor’s kitchen, which seemed to be becoming a hub of activity this night. A certain green-haired shy tenant happened into the room, a smile vanishing from his face as he realized he was not alone. Evande noticed the quivering that overtook his body, a rather anxious laugh surfaced from his lungs as he allowed his unnatural hair to cover his face. He moved across the room and headed right for the fridge without saying a word.

Unlike herself, Evande knew that Rei’s lack of communication wasn’t necessarily due to personal preference or choice—but due to a crippling sort of introversion that just consumed him around those he didn’t know. He shook for heaven’s sake. . . . Like herself, the tenant had a pet, a large dog, his breed forgotten to her. She’d caught his name—Xander. While some people may’ve minded and really been bothered about having such a large dog living in a residence , Evande didn’t care. As long as Rei were able to keep him behaved and under control, having a dog around was actually quite nice, even if she herself did not wish to form any sort of bond with its owner. The boy apologized for no reason before going about his business. "I-I'll just. . . m-microwave. . . this." he managed out.

So quiet, and so very timid. Evande thought to herself, shaking her head. She wondered just why he was as he was. . . . Whether he is shy or not, as long as he pays his rent and keeps trouble from seeping into my life, I don’t care. So, as Rei went about his business, microwaving whatever food he had taken out of the fridge, Evande tended to her own business. She turned her gaze back to Iòseph, and quietly stepped over to the fridge herself, opened it and took the margarine out. The otaku gave the action no thought before setting the container down where it could be reach. With a terse expression upon her face, she looked at the blonde and opened her lips and gave her first true words to him, “. . . .thank you for the offer, but I do not want to partake of an early breakfast.” With that, Evande headed back over to the pantry, proceeded inside and quickly grabbed the first bag of chips she saw, opened them and promptly began to chow down on them as she stepped back out.

Things seemed to remain quiet in the kitchen until Rei decided to leave after eating his own food. He murmured a timid ‘Bye,’ and was out of the room before yet another tenant decided to pop on in herself.

To this girl, Evande had no true thoughts. She did not think of her in a negative manner or a positive, she was merely the girl who rented out the attic. Aina—a cheerful thing, and perhaps the most normal of the people living in the manor.

Aina, Rei, Iòseph, Adrian and Celandine, her tenants. Continuing to mind herself, Evande simply went ahead and continued eating the chips she had grabbed from the pantry, what were they . . . Doritos? At this, the woman kept an idle mind, choosing not to think on anything in particular, and not really acknowledging anything happening around her as all she wanted to do was to slink back into her room and go about her own, personal business.

Oh, all she wanted to do was to just be left alone. . . .

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It was still early as hell when Rei woke up; again. His eyes scanned the room, seeing the digits on his clock. Why he'd woken up when it was still dark he did not know. In fact, he stared at the ceiling for god-knows how long, not knowing at all what to do. His laptop was tucked neatly under his bed, and his body didn't seem to react to anything until he tried to get back to sleep. It was then the falling feeling he always got occurred, shocking his and making him fall out of bed, landing on the floor with the slightest thud. He looked around in alarm, before realising what had happened.

Annoying hypnic jerk. he thought, before looking at his scared dog, who was looking around as much as him. A small laugh left Rei's eyes as he hugged the dog, sitting there for a while, just breathing in and out, in and out. No nightmare could get to him. He'd had them for years. But the most recent ones were strange. Usually, his dreams were mother or step-mother related. But these ones felt like it was him, but he had no say in what was going on. It was blurry, and it wasn't positive. He knew what was going on; the speech was there, but dulled. Everything was dulled in those dreams.

But they still felt so real. Somehow.

How, he had no idea. Rei just sighed and rolled around a bit. He sat on the floor, trying to decide what to do. He could stay sat in his dark room, or he could go downstairs and try to speak to the others. Since option two was ruled out without another thought, Rei went over to the walk-in closet. He scanned the clothes there, before pulling on a white shirt, a cream jumper and his blue jeans. Stretching out, he wanted to just run up to a wall and whack his head against it. What should he do? The intense boredom almost overthrew all his other needs, such as eating and sleeping. Since those two were fulfilled, what to do now was the big mystery. He wouldn't mind doing more writing, but not all cooped up in his room. Staying like that forever would just be bad for his health.

Rei found himself still shaking, even throughout his sleep earlier. Maybe it was just the small interaction he had with the others. That was no reason to take his iron-pills or anything. He picked up his laptop, and it's charger, before heading down the stairs. He completely avoided the kitchen, letting his hair cover his face. He really hated weeks like this. For the whole week, he had two days off, and no double shifts. The other workers were worried about his sleep, so they called it his 'Resting week'. He did not want a resting week in particular. However, he couldn't protest, since no sound left his mouth.

The Atrium was his first choice to go to. It was by far his favourite room in the whole of Blanchett Manor. He plugged his charger in and sat on a chair. Sure, the charger was a bit stretched so it was lifted over the ground slightly, but it was okay. They were all in the kitchen, the people he knew were up at least, so no one would trip over it. He curled up in the arm chair, putting his glasses on as his fingers began flying over the keyboard, typing up the story. For once, Rei found it weird how he didn't even think about the story that time. Usually, he'd have some sort of idea what he was writing; it would spur from something he'd seen in the day. But right now, everything he was writing just came to him.

And when he reread it, it was completely and utterly insane. There was no base line behind it, and the story, something about two lovers rejecting someone powerful or something, was something he never would have thought of unless he'd been reading a book on something similar. So when he looked at it now, it was strange. Rei was going to trash it, just put it away and empty, but he left it in his computer's trash can, not wanting to press the simple button which said 'Empty Trash'. He didn't want to just discard of the story he'd been writing, no matter how unrealistic it sounded.

With a sigh, Rei stared at his screen. He was back to having no idea what to do whatsoever, and it was terrible. He just opened another Word document, an old one, and started writing again, thinking the characters through carefully. He'd left his USB upstairs, so all his really long stories, the ones he'd taken a shining to, were upstairs, in his room. He heard the pitter-patter of feet, and he ditched his laptop on the chair, running to the stairs. "Xander, I'm here." The dog was looking around, but he walked towards Rei in his calm state. His tail wagged happily and Rei smiled.

Xander was led into the Atrium with Rei's hand, where he sat on the floor next to the armchair in which Rei re-curled in. His fingers began typing away rapidly again, despite the fact he was yawning every couple of seconds. A sweet packet in hand, he popped the hard candy in his mouth every couple of minutes, making it the only break he ever had. It was at that point, after making a million spelling mistakes, when he decided he did need his iron-pills and this wasn't just a matter of him being cold or shy. But they were in the kitchen, along with the other people. Plus, it seemed the population of the kitchen had been raised by one. Standing up, he took a deep breath and made his way to the kitchen. Being anaemic and overly shy did not help, but he didn't feel the need to cover his eyes anymore. His glasses did that for him, somehow.

An awkward smile came over his face as he edged towards the fridge, grabbing his bottle of apple juice and the small container he'd sort of. . . hidden in the corner. He smiled at the other girl, Aina. She'd tried to speak to him before, but he was overly anxious. Talking to people always had that effect on him, and she was a really cheerful person. He felt like he'd kinda. . . killed her buzz or something. His smile was a bit more of a grin, before he took one of the iron pills and downed it with the apple juice. Obviously, he felt no sense of relief or anything. He was still around people he'd never talk to if possible.

Rei sipped on his apple juice, leaning on the wall by the door. He was taught never to drink anywhere outside the kitchen, so even when he was itching to get back to his computer, his dog, his safety zone, he stayed put. He could hear his phone ringing in his pocket so he ditched his apple juice on the counter before running back to the Atrium. He answered it quickly. "Mother, it's three in the morning." he said, clearly annoyed. His soft tone was still there, since his voice couldn't really get much louder, but even Xander could sense the anger as he sat down in the chair.

"I know you know it's three in the morning. . . Yes, I do know you have a clock. Look, can you call later? My phone's almost out of battery." he lied, and his step-mother could obviously tell. Judging by the fact she wasn't speaking as harshly as usual, she was with his brother, Sonzai. Before she could speak anymore, he hung up and switched the phone off. It was his day off; apparently he'd earned it, so he wasn't his time paying attention to his step-mother, the queen bee or whatever.

Sitting back, his hand stretched out to pick his laptop up and resume typing for a while, before getting distracted and lying on the floor, all cuddled up with Xander. He patted the dog cheerily, pulling his glasses off and letting his hair cover his face conveniently. A smile appeared on his face as he kissed Xander on the head, something he did a lot when he was tired. In his tired state, he was rather clingy and. . . dependant. Ever since reading Peter Pan, he'd thought of Xander as the responsible one. Which, in this case, he probably was.

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While waiting for Ioseph's reply Aina decided to search the fridge for some of her sweets. "I'll just grab some chocolates and I will do whatever I can to help, if you'd let me!" She stated smiling at the older guy. She knew that she had some stashed in the fridge since she just visited the grocery store a day before.

The girl always makes it a point to keep be fully stocked if she can help it. With the way she's eating, she ought to stock up some food else she eat up the other people's stash.

Ever since she entered the kitchen she have been craving for some chocolates. Figuring that since the cook also known as the resident dentist of Ederra mansion is not here, she might as well take advantage of things. Once she saw the pack of kisses, she grabbed it and opened the bag promptly.

Turning back to the other people in the kitchen, she walked over to where the pink-haired girl is.

"Hello Ioseph! Hello Eva!"

She greeted in a cheery voice smiling widely at both of them before she turned to the other girl. Despite the pink-haired girl's natural detachment from social activities, there is something with her that makes Aina want to talk to her. For the blue-haired girl Eva is someone that she had been wanting to have. For her, Evande is like an older sister figure, something that she lacked since childhood.

Sure, she truly loved her brothers and father dearly but Aina wonders from time to time, how it felt to have an older sister, a womanly figure in your life. She did enjoy being with the maids or the cooks who are actually girls but it had been different with them. They treat her as if she's someone of higher stature-which she is, she's aware of that- but then she's looking for something, a woman's opinion or input and one that is not afraid of her family's influence or anything of the like.

"I hope you are well!" She added while waiting briefly for a response from her.

"I want to tell you that I really really like my room. I know it's not the same with my old room but Papa have contacted someone from interior design and remodeled it for me. I hope it's fine with you... I mean they did change some things and I don't know if they have informed you beforehand. I did not want to intrude but my father had been very adamant in making me agree with the sudden renovation," the younger girl continued babbling with hand gestures accompanying her words.

A wide smile is playing in her lips as she remembered her pushy and a little hysterical father who was urging her to let him do whatever he could to make 'his baby' safe and settled. Because of that she tried appeasing him by letting him do whatever he pleased. Thankfully though, her father knew her well, and she didn't regret it one bit.

She was saved from further embarrassment when Rei Jeune entered the kitchen once again. Totally caught off guard, Aina ceased talking and stared at him. With a small grin, he edged towards the fridge and grabbed a bottle of apple juice. She saw him also take out a small container before smiling at her. Drinking the apple juice after taking down something from the small container, he leaned towards the wall and stayed there. All through this, Aina stood quietly still surprised with his entrance.

When she was about to greet him just as she regained the common sense to do so, he suddenly run out of the kitchen leaving his apple juice behind. One thought lingered in her mind as she stared at his retreating back, 'He looks better with a smile.'

She eyed his juice and debated whether she should bring it to him. It didn't seemed like he finished it and he looked like he left the kitchen in a hurry. She approached the counter and checked the bottle on it. Once she saw that he still have some left, she grabbed it and placed her chocolates back in the table.

"I'll be back later, I'll just give this to him", she spoke lifting the apple juice in the air. She went over the refrigerator, getting a sealed packet of biscuits.

She smiled at them and left the room. She don't have an idea where he was but she figured that he must have been near. Before he went out she heard a ringing phone and she thought that may be the reason he had left hurriedly. Crossing the dining room and into the living room, she was about to turn back to the kitchen, instead of getting lost since she have not a single inkling to where he was, when she shortly heard him speak.

". . . Yes, I do know you have a clock. Look, can you call later? My phone's almost out of battery." He said in a soft voice and Aina is certain that if it was in the middle of daylight, where the surroundings are a bit noisier than this hour, she won't hear it. She noticed the door of the Atrium and she considered once again if she should continue giving the juice to him.

After all he left it and surely if he's thirsty he can get it himself from the kitchen. Besides she might just cause disturbance if she went inside. She knew how quiet and a little lonesome he is, he doesn’t seem to enjoy other’s people company that much and it is still early in the morning after all.

Though without meaning to, she suddenly recalled his small smile just moments ago and all thoughts about disturbing him was pushed out of her mind. She found herself wanting to approach him and maybe, talk to him for a while.

It was only during rare cases that she did see him at home, with her busy schedule and their differing activities also part of the reason, she decided she might as well try talking to him now. One of the things that she promised herself when her brothers agreed to let her out of the mansion was to make friends with people she meets on the way.

Steeling enough courage to go inside the Atrium, she pushed the slightly opened door and went inside. She saw him lying on the floor, cuddling Xander which caused a happy smile to blossom in her face.

“Rei-san,” she started nearing him after bowing her head. She watched his reaction, dodging the wire of his laptop’s charger before seating some chairs away from him.

“You left your apple juice in a hurry and I thought you still want to finish it since you didn’t return it back on the fridge.” She gestured to the said thing, leaving it in a nearby chair somewhere within the green-haired man's reach.

She smiled at him, tucking some of the stray hairs behind her ears when she noticed the pack of biscuits she's currently holding. "Oh and here! I thought you wanted something to eat along with the juice!" She gestured beaming, turning to give it to him. "I hope I'm not disturbing you or anything."

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Iòs remained rather impassive whilst he was cooking, holding back answers not because he was ignoring the questions, but simply because he couldn't hear them. He didn't get so involved that he could only focus on one thing like that often, and so by the time he was done cooking and had turned his head up to look around the kitchen, he displayed a rather comedic expression when he saw it was only him and Evande again. Two. Two of us. I just cooked eight eggs and there's only two of us... He let out an audible sigh as he turned his gaze down to four plates, each with two eggs and a piece of toast.

He shrugged before picking up one of the plates and walking it over to Evande, nodding his head towards the bag of chips she held. "That counts as an early breakfast. If you can eat that, you can eat this, because if I just made all of my eggs for people other than myself and they go to waste, I'll be just a tad bit upset." He followed up the words with a weak smile, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards. He moved to place the plate on the nearest surface and then used his now free hand to knock on the same surface. His gaze turned back to Evande before remnants of his nightmare flashed through his head and he dawned a frown.

"Hey, uh. Have you been experiencing any recurring nightmares lately? I've been having the same one ever since I moved in here, but I think it's just moving jitters. It's strange, but it's just a bunch of images. It's not even scary, just... sad. And familiar, I think that's why it unnerves me." The words were directed at Evande, but his gaze was directed at the floor. His words were shaky at first due to nervousness and he now did even want to hear the answer. What good would it do him? It would just give him another person with nightmares, it wouldn't solve his problems.

So instead of waiting for an answer, he held up his hand to motion towards the three remaining plates. "Make sure everybody else gets those, I have to get ready for work..." And with that announced, he rushed out of the room awkwardly and immediately went downstairs. The first thing he did was hop in the shower, hoping the constant stream would not only wash him, but wash away his worries. It, of course, didn't work, so he ended up standing in the shower for what seemed like way too long for a normal shower. He got dressed next, hands shaking as he buttoned up his shirt and did his tie. By this point, the time was nearing around six in the morning, and he had to be to the school by six-thirty.

This came as sort of a relief to Iòs, and he hurriedly tied his shoes and went upstairs, his gaze turned downwards as he headed for the door. With a breath, he opened the door and stepped out, closing it quietly behind him. Well, work. At least you'll take my mind off things for a while.

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"Bonjour mademoiselles and monsieurs.."The voice would roll off his tongue like liquid velvet, spill through the air and harken one's very soul. Though none would know how exactly he had gotten there, in there midst, none could speculate his presence was felt immediately following his fluent borrowing of the tongue. He was simply leaned against the wooden column, brandy in hand--the glass was ornate and made of crystal.Cast in the dim lighting, only half his face was revealed but in that exposure even with half of his face shown to the world--he would be an enigma to many of the residents, but a handsome and stately figure nonetheless.

His eyes, a deep and rich chocolate color with an almost carmine tinge to their complexion. Although his air of confidence would be simply intoxicating to those around him, his eyes were entrancing. The focus now presumably on him, he took to standing upright and not his slacked, leaning fixture he entered the kitchen like a warrior entered an arena; bold, nonchalant and stroking the rim of his burgundy glass creating a simple resonance that complied with those around him by stimulating their ears. It would not be a harsh, sharp noise but rather a simple echo that had an almost melodic quality to it, like one could sing if they had the lyrics.

Upon entering the room, stepping past and through and in-between several of his fellows, his scent a silent and sinister concoction that would be vague like their dreams, not strong enough to overpower their senses at these early hours. Catching glimpses of metallic honey in the citrusy-herbal air that seemed to encapsulate him. Produced by a strange combination of dark berry tea, astringent citrus, irony violets and sunthetic icy notes of mountain. The scent was aqueous, refreshing, fizzy and sharp. A quite unique fragrance that lingered only as long as it needed to.

He had taken his suit coat off, but was still sharply dressed with back suspenders, a blue-grey striped tie, black slacks and black leather dress shoes. Out of all of them, he was probably the best dressed. Nevertheless, and strangely to boot, he never carried a tone of egotism or sheer arrogance in either the way his body spoke, and the way he verbally confronted someone. It was the same alluring, deep voice that made many fall over themselves, fumble their words, or become entirely lost in his words. He stepped to the counter, placing the nearly finished burgundy down. His left forefinger held up his silvery white jacket up over one shoulder in a casual manner.

"How are you ladies and gentlemen doing this morning? No sleep again, huh?" He asked idly while simply standing around with his contemporaries. He then checked his wristwatch, smiled and nodded before he lifted his glass and drank what remained. "Well, I got to go back to work--an accountant really messed up and I have to review their work. I'm afraid I may have to resort to punishing them quite severely. I gave them too many chances." He sighed, and took a look around the room, leaning on the counter top.

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Rei looked up at the figure who'd just entered the living room. His face went a bright red, and his hair still covered his eyes as an awkward smile came over his face. He sat up in a flurry, but at least the trembling feeling was gone. “Rei-san,” He looked up when the girl said his name, and laughed nervously. He fiddled with his fingers a bit. To be honest, Rei didn't mind Aina's presence; he didn't mind anyone's presence. It just limited what he could do, for example; talk. It was then when the boy wondered what he'd done to earn the honorific '-san'. He certainly wasn't respected. The people at his work place found him cute and adorable, but they never addressed him with '-san'. If anything, it was actually '-kun' or, some of the women found it funny to call him '-chan'.

The green-haired boy was brought back to earth when Aina started talking again. “You left your apple juice in a hurry and I thought you still want to finish it since you didn’t return it back on the fridge.” He looked at it as the girl placed it on the couch. He stared and stared at it, not too sure on what to do. He tried opening his mouth, maybe to say thank you or something. It wasn't happening, no matter how much he tried.

"Oh and here! I thought you wanted something to eat along with the juice!" Rei stared at the biscuits. "I hope I'm not disturbing you or anything."

"W-w-what? N-no!" he said, trying not to make her feel uncomfortable but his face just went redder with his stuttering. "S-sorry, but I don't. . ." his voice trailed off. drink outside of the kitchen. he thought, not being able to finish his sentence. He shook his head at himself. He wasn't at home anymore, so why should he still abide by his mother's rules. "I don't drink outside the kitchen. Mother always said I couldn't, even though Mum said I could. I could get it on the carpet or something." He said with a sigh, his voice clear for once. Looking at the floor, he cringed when he saw it was wood. I'm such an idiot! he thought, annoyed at himself. Obviously, it still retained the same volume. It was literally impossible for his voice to be at normal speaking level unless he was shouting, and even then it was the same as someone else talking regularly.

"O-oh! Mother is my s-stepmother, and M-M-Mum is just my b-birthmother. S-sorry. . . that was probably confusing. Sorry, sorry!" he said, his shaking coming back. He knew for sure this was because of shyness, since he was fine earlier. He also realised that he apologised more than any normal person does. She probably thinks I'm really weird. He nibbled at the biscuits quietly, trying to avoid eye-contact. What would he do if one of his residents though he was a freak already, after living under the same roof for two weeks, despite only talking what, twice?

Even so, he wanted to get to know the others, if only slightly.

He looked at the apple juice again, now on his second biscuit (while Xander was begging for one) and gave up. No matter how much he tried, Rei could never bring himself to drink in a room other than the kitchen. "Are you. . . I mean do you. . . I mean. . ." he started, struggling to find his words properly as his voice got even quieter than usual so it was closer to a whisper than anything else. "I l-like this room. It's. . . s-s-spacy, I guess. . ."

Rei's mind drifted almost instantly as soon as he said those words. Probably because he got a text message, and he could tell who it was due to the custom tone he put on so he wouldn't get it confused with his Mother. "Do you. . . have a brother? O-or something like that like. . . umm. . . a s-sister?" he asked. His face was bright red as he placed his glasses on so he'd be able to read the text. A small smile came over his face as a genuine laugh escaped his lips when he read the text from his brother, and he was laughing for a while.

Rei, Rei, guess what? I just worked out the 'Why did the chicken cross the road' joke you told me a few years ago. You always said 'to get to the other side'! But now I get it has a double meaning, so by other side, you meant the after world or whatever too!
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The green-haired boy giggled when he read it again. Oh dear god. Sonzai, you're so ridiculous! he thought as his side began to ache from laughter. He stopped when he looked up at Aina, and showed her the text without another thought, like she was one of his closest friends or something. "T-trusting him, he's been thinking about it ever since I told him." he said, a smile on his face. Now his glasses were on, he didn't have to hide behind a layer of hair, so he flicked it out of his face conveniently, his eyes twinkling. "Then again, I didn't get it for ages." Rei said, being able to speak normally. Somehow, when the subject was his brother, his mother or Xander, he'd stop stuttering (partially). He grinned at Aina, his eyes lighting up behind his glasses.

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Iòseph had mentioned nightmares too. . . . Nightmares . . . as well. So, she was not the only person suffering them, and though he had gone and asked her such a question, he had as quickly left before receiving an answer from her. Strange, he was so strange. And before he had left, he’d more or less told her to make sure that everyone got the food he had cooked as though it were just a mere after thought to whatever he was really thinking about. The nightmares that is. Was he afraid to know that he wasn’t the only one dealing with them?

Evande herself could not help but admit to herself that the knowledge of another but herself having such dreams was unnerving. Why it started as soon as everyone had gone and moved into her home was something beyond her, a truth she didn’t understand. And it was one she would rather keep a mystery. As if it wasn’t enough that all of these people were apparently bringing trouble into her life, now it seemed they were dragging something paranormal into it as well. Why couldn’t she just keep a grip on normality? Why was it that everything she had fought so very hard to maintain was slowly being torn away from her. . . ?

It wasn’t fair at all, she had lived so carefully for so long to avoid having people drag their issues into her life, and to keep her life as uncomplicated as possible and yet thing were still beginning to be torn from her control. Just how much longer until everything spiraled from her grasp and her entire world came crashing down around her? It wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair at all!

Her body went tense as she let her head drop down some, her bangs shielding her reddening face from view as tears rimmed her eyes for a moment. The grip Evande had on the chip bag tightened to the point of her crushing about half of what was left in there at the realization that her life was slowly coming undone thanks to the lot of strangers she had allowed to live under her roof for the sake of keeping Blanchett Manor. Everything, the last few years were going to crumble before her because of all of them. If she could afford to keep the home on her own, she would have, Evande would never have allowed anyone but herself inside the manor if she could have helped it. But, no, buying the home and restoring it had proven too expensive to allow her that pleasure.

Why can’t I just be allowed a normal life? These people, all of them, why can’t they just leave me alone and stay out of my business like I am trying to do for them? she questioned, The only thing that matters to me is getting their rent every month, other than that I could not at all care less what they do and what’s happening to them. Anything stressful in their life would only be a burden to me and disrupt my own existence.

As proven, Iòseph’s question about the nightmares had stirred Evande’s mind and caused her anxiety, apprehension. Feelings she didn’t want, things she didn’t need. No, a life of peace did not mean dealing with those sentiments. The fact that something was occurring in her life that she couldn’t control was something she didn’t life, it was an unpleasant sort of feeling to her. Plaguing nightmares affecting not only her, but another, both of them seeing something heartbreaking, it was not a comfort to know that she were not alone, but a weight.

With that, another entered the kitchen—Adrian, the one who had claimed what should have been the manor’s family room for himself. Evande looked up at hearing his greeting, a vacant look still laced her face, no true reaction showed to him as he spoke on, continuing to talk of things Evande bore no concern for. Like the rest of the tenants who lived within the walls of the manor, he was more normal than they. Evande knew nothing about him, and she really didn’t want to know.

Though she was asocial and introverted to the point of rejecting feelings of attraction and such, Evande was not a fool, she knew well enough that Adrian was a man who probably worked most women up into embarrassment and easily got the lot of them flustered beyond coherent words. He was handsome, very much so, well-dressed, smooth talking it seemed, and he had the sort of voice that would just reduce a normal woman to a puddle. He was a charmer, no doubt about that, but to Evande he was just another tenant she had no interest in, just someone who was talking when they were not wanted to.

As the man finished up going on about his work, and ingesting whatever sort of drink he had in his glass, Evande pushed her glasses up her nose as far as they would go. It was early in the morning, and too much time had passed since she had gone to just try and eat a simple late dinner, all of those hours wasted thanks to the lot of people bothering her. Iòseph, Rei and Aina. . . . And now, Adrian.

Keeping her mouth shut to the man, Evande stood to her bare feet and quietly stepped across the too large kitchen and back to the pantry to place the half-crushed chips back on the shelf. After that idle task was completed, she stepped out and turned her gaze back to Adrian, her glasses reflected the dim lighting in the kitchen to the point of blocking her eyes from view. “. . . .Iòseph went and made breakfast for everyone but himself, stupidly.” She spoke in a low tone, her voice rather dull.

Without saying much else, she pointed over at one of the plates. “Help yourself if you want any, I’m not hungry.” Evande then went ahead, picked up two of the plates, and left the room behind, heading for the living room where she assumed Rei and Aina might be. Adrian must think highly of himself to speak as he does about those he employs. . . . Evande thought to herself as she turned into the room, and looked about, seeing it dead. “. . . .Aina, Rei, if you two are in the atrium, I’ve brought the two of you food per the request of Iòseph.”

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As she was looking at Rei Jeune's red face, Aina wondered once again if she did the right thing when she brought him the juice. Her maids used to say that they liked it when she acts sweet and concerned about their well-being but they also never failed to remind her to be more choosy with who she concerns herself with.

They told her that while being friendly and amiable is endearing to most people, there are those that found it somewhat overbearing. There are some others who prefers to be alone most of the time rather than being around a group of people. She wondered then if on what type Rei-san is.

It was also because of this, that though she's a friendly person by nature, Aina makes it a point to be not the overly irritating sweet type of busybody. She usually studies the person she's with first, if she is disturbing them or not with her presence.

"W-w-what? N-no!" Noting Rei sit up in a flurry made her let out a small smile. Even if he's not that comfortable with her, still he undeniably tries his hardest to be accommodating. Seeing him flushing red again made her wait for his next words, he looked like he wanted to say something and is having trouble with letting his statement out. Cocking her head sideways just to let him know she's listening very closely for his response.

'Maybe he didn't like the biscuits?!' Aina suddenly thought in panic upon seeing the said biscuits. She just randomly got a pack from inside the fridge and she never really thought about his preferences. She debated whether she should ask the pack back from him and get another set from her stash. Bowing her head, deep in thought as she went through her current list of foods. What she brought here was the strawberry flavored biscuits, one of her favorites.

Maybe he liked the chocolate flavored ones more or maybe the cheese-filled cookies? Or it would have been better if she waited for Ioseph-san's cooking, at least that would be much more nutritional and heavy for the stomach, unlike her sweets.

'Did Rei-san even liked sweets? What if he liked the spicy ones more?'

Aina had been so focused on her thoughts that when the green-haired boy politely told her that he doesn't drink outside the kitchen, she was surprised lifting her head up in the process. "Oh." Was the only thing she uttered as she waited for his next words.

Hearing his follow-up statement made her realize one thing.'Rei-san is definitely one of the kindest persons around.' He apologized more than a normal person does in the short time of her stay with him. And though she can really see him getting somewhat uncomfortable by talking to her, still he does his best not to made her feel bad.

"It's fine Rei-san", she found herself saying after he spoke. She let out a smile to show him she wasn't disappointed with his reason. "And no, what you said about your step-mom and mother wasn't confusing."

Silence permeated between them after that and only when he got one of the biscuits and ate it, did she felt relieved. 'At least he ate it', she unconsciously let out a smile, staring at him. "I'm sorry about bothering you with the juice, its just that you didn't finish it and I thought..." she trailed off smiling at him again. "I'll just bring it back on the kitchen." She added, holding her tongue to prevent the question that have been bothering her ever since he stated something about his step mother.

"Are you. . . I mean do you. . . I mean. . ." he started. His was quieter than usual that Aina had to strain her ears to hear the continuation of his words. "I l-like this room. It's. . . s-s-spacy, I guess. . ."

The black-haired girl nodded, looking at the room too. The atrium was lovely and richly decorated. Aina deeply appreciates the touches of art that she can see on the room. If she hadn't been most interested with the attic, she would have asked her father to rent this room instead. She was curiously studying a painting on the corner when she heard an unfamiliar ring tone. She immediately turned to the other occupant of the room and heard his inquiry.

"Do you. . . have a brother? O-or something like that like. . . umm. . . a s-sister?" he asked, face red and one of his hands grabbing his glasses, presumably to read the text. Aina saw a small smile painted on his face and afterwards he laughed, seemingly entertained with the message that he received. When he showed him the cellphone, she was first confused with the text.

Sure she had heard about the joke for quite a while, but she didn't think there was something funny about it. More than anything else the question was very... mind boggling. Aina still finds herself thinking what came first. Only when she read the last part of the message did she actually felt enlightened... and stupid. "Really? It had a double meaning?" She asked, her face full of wondering. "I didn't know that! Now I somewhat felt stupid too," she added covering her mouth for the giggle that was threatening to come out.

Watching him talk more freely about his brother, his eyes shining in fondness, Aina found herself thinking about what type of person Sonzai is. He was more composed now, and his voice had been confident than it was moments ago.

She was about to reply when the door was suddenly opened and in came the pink-haired owner of Blanchett Manor. “Aina, Rei, if you two are in the atrium, I’ve brought the two of you food per the request of Iòseph.” She said to them and the black-haired girl immediately went out and noticed the two plates of food that she brought. "Ioseph-san had finished cooking them? I feel bad, I told him that I was going to help him! Um where is he Eva-kun? I'm going to say thank you for the food and sorry for not being able to help him."



((is it ok if Aina calls Eva as Eva-kun? I was going to make it Eva-chan but...))

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Rei felt Aina was safe to talk to. Even if he was quiet a lot of the time, she seemed understanding, and when he stumbled over his words or his volume dropped to usually inaudible levels, she'd listen. He felt slightly bad about trying to avoid the other residents, but he didn't want to be put in a position where his speech was needed and he couldn't provide that very well. He ran his hand through his hair, smiling at the greenness. He'd never thought he could do it, but when he did, he was so angry he just grabbed the bottle he'd bought weeks before and got in the shower, dying his blonde hair the green he was so used to now.

He could have continued his conversation with the girl, but he looked at Evande at the door, all words escaping. For some reason, it was easier, if only slightly, to talk to Aina. But as soon as Evande started talking, he became relieved that his glasses were covering his eyes. They served as a mask. “Aina, Rei, if you two are in the atrium, I’ve brought the two of you food per the request of Iòseph.” she said, and Rei looked at the plates in her hands.

"Ioseph-san had finished cooking them? I feel bad, I told him that I was going to help him! Um where is he Eva-kun? I'm going to say thank you for the food and sorry for not being able to help him." Aina said, and Rei looked at her, before drifting into his own world and his eyes looked at one of the walls, totally spacing out.

Oh. But I just ate. . . Well, food is food! he thought, his gluttonous side getting the better of him. Rei stood and stood next to Evande, his hand about to take the plate. He felt as if he should thank Iòseph, but earlier, he seemed tired. To be honest, he hadn't been sleeping very well lately either. Not that he ever did, due to the fact that sleeping give him dreams, and his dreams generally aren't. . . pleasant, but these ones were weird, and they'd started when he moved here. . .

"Maybe the mansion's haunted." he said out loud, before blushing a bright red and apologising a million times. "S-s-sorry!" he said, for the god-knows which time so far. "I-It's just, everyone looks so tired and I-I've been having really weird dreams, or rather, nightmares a-a-and. . . Well, I usually do anyway, b-b-but these. . ." he said, cutting himself off when his thoughts go the better of him. And he realised he was rambling on and on anyways. "Oh, but obviously everyone is tired. It's three-something in the morning. Stupid." Rei said, aside and more to himself than anyone else.

He laughed rather breezily, taking the plate and sitting down. "T-thank. . ." his voice quieter than ever, trailing off as he tried to say the final word but just ended up nodding his head at the pink-haired landlady in a way of thanks, sitting back down on the chair he was on earlier. Xander snuggled up against his legs, and he looked at the dog rather strangely. For not the first time that day, he felt rather tense, but Xander didn't seem to make it feel any better. Why do you snuggle up to people like a cat? he thought, eating a bit of the food before spacing out again, the fork held loosely in his hand as he sat back in the chair, now taking an interest in the ceiling.

I wonder who invented houses? It was probably in prehistoric times, since they had to build shelter and so on, to protect themselves from rain or wind. he thought, eating his food slowly as if in a trance. Xander looked at him for a while, before settling into a good sleeping position and taking a light nap. Rei only snapped out of it when he heard a weird squeaking noise, and he saw the plate was empty, so he was just technically pressing the plate with his fork, creating that noise. He stared at the plate, trying to work out when he ate the food. He tasted it, it was nice, but he couldn't remember eating it.

He sighed. This happens way too often. I should stop spacing out. he thought, staring at his empty plate for a few seconds. He looked around, noticing there were still people and he went bright red, using his glasses as a mask instead of his hair. He put his laptop in his lap and curled up, typing away quickly to avoid contact. He felt bad again about ignoring the other residents, but he really couldn’t talk to them, no matter how much he tried. His laptop wasn’t that old, so the keys didn’t make much of a noise when tapped, but the letters on the keys, especially the ‘s’ and the vowels were worn out, the ‘s’ being completely invisible.

Rei looked up at the girls, before realising he hadn’t even taken his plate to the kitchen and he mentally slapped himself. He set his laptop on the chair, standing and putting his glasses away. There was no point in having them on when he wasn’t reading or writing, so he might as well get rid of them. He picked up his plate, looking down so his hair covered his eyes. To be honest, his hair was at the length where it needed cutting again. Maybe he should go do that today. He could only go to one hairdresser, since she went to his previous school and knows how quiet he is and why.

The bangs were cheekbone-length, he didn’t mind that, but the back part was slightly longer than shoulder length, and he often had to tie it up in a ponytail when he was working so it wouldn’t get in his line of vision. He walked into the kitchen, putting his plate in the sink and washing it quickly.

“T-t-th. . .” his voice trailed off, noticing Iòseph wasn't even there. He turned turning and started walking back to the atrium speedily. He considered his rollerblades, who were hanging around by the front door, looking lonely.

He stopped when he passed them, his eyes lingering, but he realised it was maybe still a bit early in the morning to go on a stroll. He’d wait another hour or so, before going out into the cold with Xander. Rei wasn’t dressed appropriately for the occasion anyways; to be honest, he was still in his pyjamas; a grey button-up shirt which looked like a normal work shirt, and matching trousers. Going outside in pyjamas would just be ridiculously stupid. He’d better thank Aina too.

“I-I. . . t-thank you for the biscuits. . .” he said, almost inaudibly, before lying next to Xander, invisible past the chair behind him. The dog provided and instant warmth, and Rei decided he wouldn’t move until Xander did. Then, he’d get dressed. His eyes closed slowly as he drifted into a light sleep. One which probably wouldn't last very long.

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The world came into focus as Celli’s eyes fluttered open. She was in a regal room, one meant for royalty. Her canopy bed was covered in pure, white lace. Her blankets were a soft blue. The carpets, a bright purple and the walls an off-white grey. Her room was decorated with a crystal lamp among other expensive and luxurious objects. Her blankets felt softer than cotton clouds and the carpte felt like the highest quality velvet. Everything felt wonderful when she touched it. Being from the world of the gods, she had no idea what it was like to have any less than this though. She was always lavished and filled with wealth. However, she was not spoiled due to her traumatic past which had taken her voice away from her. Prior to that event, she was nothing more than a spoiled princess… One who was very close to her father and lacking a mother. Raising her spirits after her voice being taken from her was such a difficult task for her father… But he did it! And he brought her a positive attitude on top of that.

What did I dream about? she wondered. If she had a voice, she would have moaned with frustration. She was always told to remember her dreams, for they always had something important to tell her. It was just so hard for her to remember them… And when she could remember them, they seemed to be such a scramble that she couldn’t make sense of them anyway, even if they predicted something that happened. She wouldn’t know until after the event anyway… So what was the point? Would she eventually be able to understand her dreams and do something with the knowledge she gained through them? Only time would tell, she supposed… Shrugging it off, Celli slid her feet to the ground and smiled. Today is a new day! She reminded herself on a cheerful note. She could perhaps remember what she would dream when she went to bed tonight...

With a stretch, she rose from her bed. Slightly lightheaded, she staggered a little before gliding to her closet. Today’s pick was a short torn black dress with a fake(yet very convincing) crimson corset covered by black rose lace and a pair of denim jeans to conceal her legs. Her sleeves draped over her arms like a kimono. Anyone else would recognize this as a high quality vampire costume. However, Celli had no way of knowing this was anything more than a comfy and fancy set of clothes. With her clothes, she wore a black choker with a synthetic scarlet rose in the middle to conceal her scar. She wished she could use her clothes from the world of her father, but she knew that she could only wear clothes from the mortal world while residing there. She was grateful to be able to find clothes as clothes to the ones where she was from as she did though. Content, she got her brush and pulled it through her long, floor length platinum hair. Thoughtlessly, she put it up in her typical manner. Altogether, it took Celli five minutes to get ready. She was used to putting her long hair up and she always did it the same way, so it never took long. With another stretch, Celli noticed her stomach rumble. It was time to get something to eat.

Closing the door behind her, Celli headed down the stairs into the kitchen. The rest of the mansion was also very lavish, like her room was. On her way to the kitchen, she washed her hands. Celli went into the kitchen to find someone she truly didn’t want to be around: Akatosh. Here, in his human for, he went by Adrian. Celli’s father had warned her of the god of war. It wasn’t as though Celli could really fight back. She could communicate with anyone aside from with pen and paper… Speaking of which, where was that? Celli checked her pockets, frightened that she didn’t have or only worded form of communication with her… And she didn’t. The day certainly was not going well… At least for the moment. Things could always get worse. Celli hung her head low with a sigh. She could always get her writing supplies later. After all, she didn’t think that there would be any reason she’d need it. Chances were that the god of war wouldn’t talk to her and it was rare anyone at all tried to talk to her, so if she passed by anyone else, there wouldn’t be a need for the writing utensils anyway.

Celli opened the fridge and reached for some of the food she bought for herself… And some her father had given to her. It had been a while since she went through her food though, so some of it was unbelievably bad… Celli made faces as she pitched the rotten food. Afterwards, she made an effort to clean her hands again before going back to the fridge and taking out some grapes and milk. [i]What a day this is going to be…[i] She thought as she put grapes on a plate and poured herself some milk. After putting everything back where it belonged, she began to munch on her grapes, trying to ignore the fact that the god of war was right beside her the whole time. Both of them were acting extremely casual, but Celli felt tense. She couldn't tell if he knew who she was and was tense, didn't care or didn't know her at all. She was the favorite daughter of the god of love, however... Being a demi god, she wasn't well received in their world and was also relatively unknown. Celli worried that Akatosh knew what she was up to and would succeed in his plans to keep the lovers from falling in love again... Her job was to foil his plans of ruin for her father... He was a very busy man. Celli timidly looked over at Akatosh, afraid he might notice her.

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