To want something... Anger could be righteous and retribution could be just. But to be so, one's thoughts had to be pure. A regular human being, especially one who felt personally wronged, held a perspective which could be tainted. Skewed. Ultimately, open to influence.
And that was Elfleda's domain.
Hands clasped in an almost nun-like pose of contemplation. The more ghostly of the two brunettes calmly, slowly, pacing to one side. Or at least, her physical self was. Her presence was all around Rhiannon, like some vampiric cloud of spiritual filth. Feeding. Nurturing. Coaxing.
"Of course, I'll help you."
Ominously comforting... A contradiction in terms for some, but Elfleda was good at those. Very good.
"On one condition," she corrected, looking up. Black eyes glinting in their ebony-lined sockets as a pointed finger raised. "Vengeance shall be by your hand, not mine."
Head tilted. Lips curving wider.
"And if you wish it, you can grant me his soul..."
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on 2014-01-25 10:15 pm (UTC)And that was Elfleda's domain.
Hands clasped in an almost nun-like pose of contemplation. The more ghostly of the two brunettes calmly, slowly, pacing to one side. Or at least, her physical self was. Her presence was all around Rhiannon, like some vampiric cloud of spiritual filth. Feeding. Nurturing. Coaxing.
"Of course, I'll help you."
Ominously comforting... A contradiction in terms for some, but Elfleda was good at those. Very good.
"On one condition," she corrected, looking up. Black eyes glinting in their ebony-lined sockets as a pointed finger raised. "Vengeance shall be by your hand, not mine."
Head tilted. Lips curving wider.
"And if you wish it, you can grant me his soul..."