Just on the edge of lilting into that half-in-your-mind way of speaking, but not quite, Elfleda was that much more intent on finding something within the blonde's consciousness to clutch at, like the talons of a vulture circling bones. What did Valerie want? What were her fears, her desires, her...
A sense of something. An emotion or... No. Different. Anticipation. Something at home in the murk of the primal.
The hunt.
"We could go there... Together."
The touch of fingertips to the back of hand could be sensed. A caressing motion. Up, down... Soothing. Somehow igniting, too. A melody of silence calling out, unheard by mortal ear, to the Slayer's inner essence.
"Where you need to be..."
FLASH.
From up above. A low rumble of thunder rolling out through the clouds. No rain, but instead, the warning of a gathering storm overhead.
And in that sudden whiteness could be glimpsed a different Beth. One of pale skin, ebony gaze and a regal dress to suit. Hair no longer kept in silky lengths, but swept tightly behind; a few token strands allowed to trickle down in a frame of those ghostly features. A creature of blacks and whites, looking for all the world like a bride of the damned.
Nature at play? Or perhaps something more? No sooner had it happened, did the stranger cast her gaze to the sky, giving a hiss of annoyance at the intervention.
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on 2013-10-04 05:22 am (UTC)Just on the edge of lilting into that half-in-your-mind way of speaking, but not quite, Elfleda was that much more intent on finding something within the blonde's consciousness to clutch at, like the talons of a vulture circling bones. What did Valerie want? What were her fears, her desires, her...
A sense of something. An emotion or... No. Different. Anticipation. Something at home in the murk of the primal.
The hunt.
"We could go there... Together."
The touch of fingertips to the back of hand could be sensed. A caressing motion. Up, down... Soothing. Somehow igniting, too. A melody of silence calling out, unheard by mortal ear, to the Slayer's inner essence.
"Where you need to be..."
FLASH.
From up above. A low rumble of thunder rolling out through the clouds. No rain, but instead, the warning of a gathering storm overhead.
And in that sudden whiteness could be glimpsed a different Beth. One of pale skin, ebony gaze and a regal dress to suit. Hair no longer kept in silky lengths, but swept tightly behind; a few token strands allowed to trickle down in a frame of those ghostly features. A creature of blacks and whites, looking for all the world like a bride of the damned.
Nature at play? Or perhaps something more? No sooner had it happened, did the stranger cast her gaze to the sky, giving a hiss of annoyance at the intervention.