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tampered2007-03-13 08:24 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Tuesday, March 13th, afternoon.
Rating; PG-13 for a dead body.
Characters;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alessalearnt, dark_passenger, & anyone else who was friends with Vincent.
Summary; Alessa holds a wake for Vincent at the manor.
Log;
Silence. Murmurs of the mourning. Sunlight filtering through the windows to fall upon the dead's face. These were things Alessa barely registered as she stood next to Vincent's casket, a black coffin with Vincent's mark carved into it. She had made it herself, but it didn't matter so much as Vincent's dead body did.
She had been reading in the library, wondering when the priest would be coming home from a night out, when a door opened, and shut. She had gone out to chastise Vincent on his absence, but to her horror, found only an arm sitting in front of the door. It had looked as though it had been sawed off, and the blood near the incision was matted and a few hours old. Alessa did not have to think twice over whose it was.
Closing her blue eyes, she felt a wave of despair wash over her. She had carefully used her power to intricately construct the rest of his body, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not get the priest to wake up. She felt guilty, and wished that she had treated Vincent better. It was no secret that the two had more than one argument, but his presence was a comforting one, although a bit annoying at times. She had gotten used to him, and argued with him merely out of habit more than anything lately. She loved him like a brother....and they were, after all, a family.
But our family is broken now, she thought, trying to hold back tears. She wished she could have done more. She had given Vincent new eyes, a new heart even, when he needed one. She had healed him once before, why couldn't she do so now? Why could she make a beautiful coffin but not bring Vincent back to life?
Alessa shook the hand of a departing exotic dancer from the nightclub, feeling sick. It was never supposed to come to this. Never.
Rating; PG-13 for a dead body.
Characters;
alessalearnt, dark_passenger, & anyone else who was friends with Vincent.Summary; Alessa holds a wake for Vincent at the manor.
Log;
Silence. Murmurs of the mourning. Sunlight filtering through the windows to fall upon the dead's face. These were things Alessa barely registered as she stood next to Vincent's casket, a black coffin with Vincent's mark carved into it. She had made it herself, but it didn't matter so much as Vincent's dead body did.
She had been reading in the library, wondering when the priest would be coming home from a night out, when a door opened, and shut. She had gone out to chastise Vincent on his absence, but to her horror, found only an arm sitting in front of the door. It had looked as though it had been sawed off, and the blood near the incision was matted and a few hours old. Alessa did not have to think twice over whose it was.
Closing her blue eyes, she felt a wave of despair wash over her. She had carefully used her power to intricately construct the rest of his body, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not get the priest to wake up. She felt guilty, and wished that she had treated Vincent better. It was no secret that the two had more than one argument, but his presence was a comforting one, although a bit annoying at times. She had gotten used to him, and argued with him merely out of habit more than anything lately. She loved him like a brother....and they were, after all, a family.
But our family is broken now, she thought, trying to hold back tears. She wished she could have done more. She had given Vincent new eyes, a new heart even, when he needed one. She had healed him once before, why couldn't she do so now? Why could she make a beautiful coffin but not bring Vincent back to life?
Alessa shook the hand of a departing exotic dancer from the nightclub, feeling sick. It was never supposed to come to this. Never.