Post by KIMIKO IMILAHNYN on Dec 9, 2013 16:31:31 GMT -5
music: Sweet Shackles ∞ Vocaloid
words: 0530
notes: >W>~ Let's see how this rolls
credits: Template by PerfectFallacy[/ul][/blockquote][/div]
like thanatos' rose
I will not give it back, I will do it
Today was a beautiful day. The sun was shining beautifully, even as it winked away from the world, going into a sleep. A beautiful day? Oh no, Kimiko meant night, for all of those that did not hold the same schedule as the witch. She was at home, her lovely slaves instructed to leave her alone, as with the servants. A woman of grace and beauty needed not others to attend to her guest. Quite so, for Kimiko had invited a guest to her house, someone in which her interest lied. For the woman's capricious nature allowed her to take all manner of interests and disinterest in the beings that populated around her world; either they willed it or not. Rather this was a more word of mouth.
Now, from the people of her convent, a few common folk to be sure, had said there was this quite upcoming musician that they enjoyed. And as the leading witch, it was sure that Kimiko would come forward, and learn the knowledge of her followers. That was something she could do relatively easily; for the name of her family carried immense weight to all, even those that were not aware of it. Well one or the other; whichever name was the most powerful at the time. With a beautiful, airy motion, the blonde haired woman had her long hair loosely tied, and her blue eyes sharp. Now she had invited the guest to her home, but she had a bit more preparations to do; namely the tea, a blend of herbs only she knew how to create.
It let out a soft, pleasant aroma into the air, and it was relaxing in it's own way. But something.. more was required. The small sandwiches she made before were cooling, as it was needed to be delicious. Now the only thing left.. would be the guest she had coming. This guest would have received a beautiful, hand written invitation with directions to the large mansion; hopefully not too far away, for this was her town house. But once arrived.. they would be guided to this room by the singular maid she had allowed. That was all for the servant's function in her wing tonight, as they would be busy putting the rest of the household to their usual tasks.
There was no nervousness, but only confidence, as the woman seated herself in a plush armchair, another near by for her guest. This was the study, which she had rearranged just for this visit; a more comely, comfortable air, despite all of the luxurious elegance present. She did not want to frighten the poor lamb; but there was something indefinitely curious about this. Indeed, she had listened to her fellow witches, and intended to try this for herself. But perhaps she should have done a middle ground? Ah, who knew, she wanted to bring the guest into her home, and provide them new sights, sounds, smells and tastes. Because a muse, the woman knew, was fickle as was the black arts. But there was no worry.
She would provide something interesting to say the least, should her guest prove just as entertaining in her presence.
Now, from the people of her convent, a few common folk to be sure, had said there was this quite upcoming musician that they enjoyed. And as the leading witch, it was sure that Kimiko would come forward, and learn the knowledge of her followers. That was something she could do relatively easily; for the name of her family carried immense weight to all, even those that were not aware of it. Well one or the other; whichever name was the most powerful at the time. With a beautiful, airy motion, the blonde haired woman had her long hair loosely tied, and her blue eyes sharp. Now she had invited the guest to her home, but she had a bit more preparations to do; namely the tea, a blend of herbs only she knew how to create.
It let out a soft, pleasant aroma into the air, and it was relaxing in it's own way. But something.. more was required. The small sandwiches she made before were cooling, as it was needed to be delicious. Now the only thing left.. would be the guest she had coming. This guest would have received a beautiful, hand written invitation with directions to the large mansion; hopefully not too far away, for this was her town house. But once arrived.. they would be guided to this room by the singular maid she had allowed. That was all for the servant's function in her wing tonight, as they would be busy putting the rest of the household to their usual tasks.
There was no nervousness, but only confidence, as the woman seated herself in a plush armchair, another near by for her guest. This was the study, which she had rearranged just for this visit; a more comely, comfortable air, despite all of the luxurious elegance present. She did not want to frighten the poor lamb; but there was something indefinitely curious about this. Indeed, she had listened to her fellow witches, and intended to try this for herself. But perhaps she should have done a middle ground? Ah, who knew, she wanted to bring the guest into her home, and provide them new sights, sounds, smells and tastes. Because a muse, the woman knew, was fickle as was the black arts. But there was no worry.
She would provide something interesting to say the least, should her guest prove just as entertaining in her presence.
