Desdemona de Bonnel
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Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 18, 2011 1:14:26 GMT -5
I made my way to Artisan's District from the palace. The prince had insisted that the streets were more interesting than the palace, and I hoped that he would be right. I was wearing a dark blue gown and my hair lied elegantly on my shoulders.
I sat at a bench and began to look at the various shops. I wasn't sure what I was going to do today. I didn't really have a plan in mind.
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 18, 2011 1:42:32 GMT -5
I was leaving the playhouse after finalizing another contract with the owner. I was to come up with the plot yet another play. I was glad that the first had been a success. Glad was not the word really. I shrugged. I would simply have to come up with a better one. Ingratified sounded nice. I mouthed it once or twice to myself to make certain of it and then smiled with satisfaction.
Being as ingratified as I was I decided to take a break and simply people watch, or people read... no I would just watch them. Sometimes the mystery is better. I think that was my motto. It certainly summed up a great deal of my life...
I found a bench to sit upon. There was already a woman sitting there. I didn’t think she would mind the company though. I rested my useless but ornate cane on the edge of the bench, sitting down and crossing my legs in a carefree manner. I glanced over to the woman and nodded my head, giving her a charming smile if ever there was one.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 18, 2011 20:13:36 GMT -5
I glanced at the man that sat beside me, and then looked back toward the crowd of people. I watched as a man was walking by us, he paused dug his finger into his nose and then kept walking. I couldn't help but chuckle a little. I watched as a woman of average height was obviously going to meet someone inside of a store. She smoothed out her dress, sniffed her arm pits and then put her hand to her nose and began smelling it.
I laughed softly as I watched her head into the store. People were so pathetic sometimes.
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 18, 2011 20:45:40 GMT -5
I watched as she watched and I noticed she seemed to be amused. I could relate though I was finding myself very curious about this one. “See that cloud up there?” I asked, my voice as smooth as ever as I pointed to an oddly shaped fluff-ball in the sky. “Looks a bit like a Basilisk wouldn’t you say?” I cocked my head and looked at her with a sideways grin. I was curious to see how she responded.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 18, 2011 21:00:55 GMT -5
A woman came our way, carrying a large pile of books. As she walked by us, someone past her and all of her books and parchment fell to the ground. I laughed softly as I watched her frantically rush to get her parchment. I crossed my ankles together, wondering if she would be able to gather everything.
I looked up at the sky at the oddly shaped cloud. I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know... I've never actually heard of such a creature..."
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 19, 2011 1:32:24 GMT -5
I too watched the woman drop her books and I knew the value of them. This woman was frightfully dull to say the least ... never heard of the basilisk? I wondered if she had either lived under a rock or had no education whatsoever...
I walked over to help the woman with her things, giving her a smile of reassuring before walking back to the bench and picked right back where I had left off. "Alright ... hmm Well they're a mythical beast, at least most say so. A snake with the head and wings of a cock and if a person looks one in the eye it is said that they die ... but now that I think of it... it looks more like a unicorn. You have heard of a unicorn, correct?" Both creatures were equally common in folklore.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 19, 2011 1:45:03 GMT -5
A small smirk came to my lips when I saw him get up to help the woman. I shook my head at his desire to help a stranger. When he came back to sit with me, my brow furrowed slightly. I shrugged my shoulder, "I've never heard of such a thing. I have heard of a unicorn, though. Where does this interest for mythical creatures come from? You do know that they are mythical...therefore unreal...therefore a waste of time to even discuss..."
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 19, 2011 1:53:49 GMT -5
I didn't know if I was amused by her pragminsipidy or repulsed by it, but I found myself reacting on the emotional level, and there was no telling where that could go... "They were something I learned growing up, and you'd be surprised at how many people believe them to be real. It's not for me to say if they are or not. But I enjoy my imagination and the ability to create... If I said that that clouded looked like a camel, or a weasel, or a whale, would you even see those?" I was tempted to read her, but I didn't want a headache.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 19, 2011 2:02:27 GMT -5
I listened to him talk about the importance of creating and imagination. "Well....that's good for you," I said somewhat condescending as I patted his leg. "I'm Desdemona de Bonnel, by the way." I offered him my hand. I looked up at the cloud and then turned to him, "I suppose I would say that it looks like a dog sinking it's sharp teeth into a small rabbit." I cocked my head slightly, wondering what he thought of my interpretation of the cloud.
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 19, 2011 22:40:50 GMT -5
Oh she didn’t! The black storm in my eyes churned at her little condescension. She offered my her hand and her name and I smiled, thinner and less sincere than she may have otherwise gotten and I took her hand, clutching it a little firmer than I should have, not to the point of pain, but close to the edge and lifted it up to my mouth as though to kiss it, though I wanted to spit on it in truth. I caught myself and dropped it at her remark about the cloud, an easy way to avoid my own introduction.
I glanced at the cloud and try as I might I saw no such creatures. A dog and a rabbit … how common. But if she did see them... I gave a quick shrug. “Maybe … but where are the teeth exactly?” I questioned, leaning a little closer to her and looking up, the potential for rage dispelled for the moment.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 20, 2011 11:57:26 GMT -5
I laughed at his question, "Does it really matter? What is the point of pointing out creatures in the clouds? Surely you know that in a few hours the winds will blow and the shapes will look different. I don't see the relevance in this activity."
I looked away from him and continued to watch people walk past us. A couple past by, and stopped to hold one another in a lustful embrace. They kissed one another passionately, the man pressing the woman against the brick wall of the store. I shook my head and began looking elsewhere.
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 20, 2011 18:55:19 GMT -5
I parted my lips, somewhere between preparing to speak and shock. I ran a hand through my dark hair and idly watched the couple walk past and I scrunched my nose. It was a momentary distraction though and I was soon back to the subject at hand, this girls lack of any sort of positive creativity.
“What was your childhood like?” I asked. It was a question most would have considered too personal and I could have read it... but I wanted to hear her answer. For some reason all I could think of was some indoor school that taught only logic and mathematics... but then again, she didn’t carry herself like an academic by any means... I was at a loss and probably would just end up reading her soon.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 20, 2011 19:47:20 GMT -5
I noticed that he was a little shocked by my response, and that gave me a little pleasure. My eyebrows raised slightly at his question, "That is a personal question to ask, especially from someone I don't know. I wouldn't feel comfortable revealing anything about my childhood until I knew your name."
I had told him mine, and he had neglected to mention his. My eyes looked over him and I wondered what kind of name this man would have.
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 20, 2011 21:45:55 GMT -5
My eyes narrowed a little bit and I debated simply getting up and leaving or telling her. No … I couldn’t walk away, the mystery was too delicious. “Necthan Seith-Nun,” I replied, my smooth voice giving it almost a singsong delivery. I would rather this one didn’t know my name, but there was no going back on it now. I simply waited to see if she would say anything more now.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 20, 2011 23:39:42 GMT -5
"Necthan.....far more unique than I had first thought," I spoke my thoughts out loud.
I decided to keep my end of the deal, "My childhood was......pleasant." I spoke the words without a smile on my face. I had a feeling that it wasn't the answer that he wanted, but it was all I was going to say on the subject.
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 20, 2011 23:57:30 GMT -5
“No, I’m no Jean or Henri,” I said with a little bit of a smirk. I studied her face and knew that there was more she wasn’t telling me, but at the same time I didn’t think she was lying. I was certain though that there was more to know of her and that was all that she would tell me. It was time to take matters into my own hands.
I sensed that her childhood was indeed pleasant, love was strong … at least three sources. I assumed parents and perhaps a sibling or a good friend. The feelings made me smile until tragedy struck me cold and pale like Death’s scythe. She’d lost them, her parents. My smile faded and I blinked, hit hard but what I felt.
“Sometimes,” I said softly, “When we lose those things that bring us joy it’s hard to see the value of imagination … but that’s when we need it most. Otherwise, time doesn’t heal us properly. Makes us bitter.” A short while ago I felt anger towards this woman. Now she had my pity.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 21, 2011 0:17:40 GMT -5
“Sometimes,” I said softly, “When we lose those things that bring us joy it’s hard to see the value of imagination … but that’s when we need it most. Otherwise, time doesn’t heal us properly. Makes us bitter.” A short while ago I felt anger towards this woman. Now she had my pity.
I look at him smirk, but my face remained devoid of emotion. I watched a couple with a child in their arms walk past us. I kicked a pebble that was on the ground towards their direction before looking away with a look of disgust on my face.
When I looked back at him, he was no longer smiling. My lips pressed tightly together as I wonder what he was thinking. My brow furrowed at his words, "Lose something? I haven't lost anything. All of my possessions are well cared for. I don't need to be healed from anything either. I'm not sure where you would get that idea." I pulled a strand of hair behind my ear in a nervous gesture. He was saying things that made me uneasy.
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 21, 2011 0:37:17 GMT -5
“Whoever said I was talking about you?” I asked with another smirk. My expression then softened. “But we both know that’s not true.... I lost my mother, not to death.... my father sent me away from her. That pain was so bad that I locked the years spent with her out. I cannot imagine how it must be to lose them both.” I knew full well that I was giving away that I had some special knowledge about her, but I was testing her too. So far she was right on the money, denying. I wouldn’t put an outright lie past her next.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 21, 2011 0:53:31 GMT -5
I cocked my head slightly when he said that he wasn't talking about me. I blinked as he spoke about loosing his mother, and then he mentioned that couldn't imagine loosing them both, "What does loosing both parents have to do with....anything..?" I was starting to wonder if he somehow knew more than he was letting on, but how could he know? Did he knew about my family? Was he from Kusheth? He didn't look like someone from Kusheth providence.
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 21, 2011 2:14:17 GMT -5
“I think you know that better than me, my lady. I will say this though, handling pain alone is the worst thing you can do. Do you have a brother or sister that you can confide in? I always wished I did, but then again, it would have made me much different than the person that I am now,” I said calmly, hinting around all I could see wandering about in her life. I picked up her hand again, but gently this time.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 21, 2011 10:56:00 GMT -5
He was talking in this weird cryptic way that was kind of creeping me out. I gently removed my hand from his, "Sometimes handling pain alone is the only thing one can do. My siblings are of no concern to you."
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 21, 2011 14:57:28 GMT -5
Siblings? Plural? No I was certain that I saw only one... Perhaps the others were not as important. But this one … a brother, yes. He was special to her and I could see that plainly. “You don’t have one person that you can confined in?” Why was I even bothering with her though?
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 21, 2011 15:57:41 GMT -5
My brow furrowed again, "Why are you so curious to know about that? Yes, I have a older brother. I don't see what that has to do with anything.." Somehow he was pulling information from me, but I wasn't sure how he was accomplishing it.
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 21, 2011 18:38:05 GMT -5
I smirked. “I’m always curious, though not about that. I’m glad though that he is there for you, that’s all … you’re confused aren’t you?” I asked. I knew my actions were disquieting her and the part of me that was just a little sadistic enjoyed that. Nevertheless she still had my pity, and I wanted to give her some genuine help as well.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 22, 2011 1:37:16 GMT -5
His words didn't seem to clear things up for me. I nodded, "Yes, I am confused. It sounds like your talking about me, but you say you aren't and then you mention things about me that you couldn't possibly know. Is this some kind of practical joke? Have you been to Kusheth and you know who I am for some reason..?"
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 22, 2011 2:52:13 GMT -5
“I am. You know that I am talking about you. But I don’t see what part of this is even remotely funny. And no, I’ve never been to Kuseth.”I left it at that and was about to walk away. “If you really want to know you should come to my place in South Burough and I will explain everything to you.”
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 22, 2011 20:40:27 GMT -5
My lips came close together as he mentioned that it wasn't funny. I didn't consider the situation funny at all. I stood up and began following him. I was bewildered by everything, and I wanted answers. "Is that where you are heading now? Why can't you just answer my questions?" My eyes searched his. I wondered what was his deal. Why was he acting in this way?
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 23, 2011 3:03:51 GMT -5
I stood up and started walking, giving my cane a happy twirl. She was right behind me I knew and I couldn’t help but smirk a her idiopersistency. I swivled about and answered her. “Desdamona … can I call you Desi? Desi, some questions are best left unanswered. Mysteries make life more fun. But I know you and I know that you’re too curious to let this go. So.... Well I’ll just let you do what I know you’re going to do.” I swivled back around and started to walk away.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 24, 2011 1:44:35 GMT -5
I didn't like the way that he was walking away. It bothered me because I knew that somehow he was leading me on, and yet my curiosity seemed more important than my pride at the moment.
He asked if he could call me Desi, and I immediately shook my head no and gave him a hardened look as he used it anyway. I cocked my head slightly and continued to follow him, "What do you think I'm going to do..? How do you know these things..? Do you have powers or something...?" Her interest in him went up even higher as she thought of how useful he could be for her.
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Post by Necthan Seith-Nun (R) on Jun 24, 2011 12:23:17 GMT -5
“Powers? Isn’t that a lot of nonsense? I mean isn’t all that mystical stuff pointless?” I teased, not looking over my shoulder, just walking away from her. I honestly didn’t have any sort of plan in mind with this girl, but it was turning out to be a lot of fun leading her about like this. She was like a lil puppy dog.
“But suppose I was some kinda voodoonian lord or somethin’, what good would that do you? You’re too practical to just let such a thing be.”
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