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Dante (peccatus_regina) wrote in chaosunraveled,
@ 2008-06-07 15:31:00

Entry tags:

dante, finished thread, setting: library in niflheim

Who: Dante and Walter
Where: Niflheim's Library
When: Today
Rating: PG for now
Summary: Dante offers a hand of friendship to Walter, and invites him to keep her company in the library.

Dante dressed demurely and somberly when she went to meet with Walter in the library. High necked, matronly soft lavender dress, lace spilling over the nigh collar and the backs of her hands. Something Victorian, soothing in color and chosen to project innocence and warmth. she pulled her hair back, the perfect image of an old fashioned wife and mother.

She had also performed a small transmutation before heading to the library. It was a simple thing, turning one of the many pillows about the room she shared with that infuriating 'doctor' into a stuffed dog. Something soft and endearing, that a child would like.

She knew there was more than only the child within Niflheim's latest acquisition, but it was the child she believed she could tie to her side. It was simple to gain their trust and bond with them. Even homunculi had managed to do so. She suspected it would be an easy thing. And she needed someone loyal. She didn't trust Light, and besides, she'd wait and see if the pieces that remained of him were worth anything.

But this Walter, who had caused so much panic and fear just by arriving.... He was worth her immediate attention.

She entered the library and took down a book - it took her some time to find something that would add to the image she wished to present - and sat down, book in her lap, stuffed dog behind the chair, hidden for the moment.

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holy_assumption
2008-06-08 04:52 am UTC (link)

Curiousity called for action, and even though Walter would be uncomfortable at best in the midsts of a woman, Dante seemed fairly... ok, very, nice to him.

So what did Walter have to lose? Other than the time added to his lifespan, and perhaps that was all that he didn't really need, nor wanted for that matter. And the promise of a gift was almost enough to 'hook line and sinker' him into following Dante into the Library. ~~And the thought of being punished for not following through such a 'promise' had crossed Walter's mind more than once, to be honest.~~

Cautiously, the door creaked open. First, a single, solitary, milky green eye peeped out of how much space the doorway would allow him to see, then soon as he felt it was 'safe', he ventured further with the shabby, yet well-taken cared for, doll in tow, the grip on the ~~beloved~~ old gift was almost like rigor mortis.

When Walter found her, he moved a little slower, and much softer, than normal, half expecting Dante to randomly attack him. Walter soon figured out that it was the opposite, and slowly sank into a chair across from her, the chair almost engulfing him and his almost-too-skinny-its-unhealthy form.

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peccatus_regina
2008-06-08 04:59 am UTC (link)

"You must be Walter."

Dante smiled, warmly. She almost wished this body was older. It was difficult to continually project the image of a matronly woman, ravaged by grief and the unfairness of life, in such a young body. The breaking down due to alchemy aged her slightly, but not nearly enough as she would prefer.

So this was Walter Sullivan. She wasn't good at placing age, and his rather worn and emaciated form only added to the confusion. But he had the mind of a child, currently, and that was all that mattered.

Dante folded her hands on the open book in her lap, not making any move towards Walter.

"Thank you for coming to spend time with me. I get so very lonely here. I miss my family, I'm afraid."

	peccatus_regina 2008-06-08 05:45 am UTC (link)
	Dante held out the toy, her expression and demeanor remaining friendly and relaxed. The man-child certainly had lived a difficult life, if this was his reaction. But children were so emotional. "Go on, there's nothing to be frightened of," she urged, her tone warm and inviting. "It's a gift." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	peccatus_regina 2008-06-08 06:00 am UTC (link)
	Dante laughed a little, but it was a pleased sound. "No, Walter, I don't sew," she explained. "I can make things. Out of other things. But thank you. I'm very glad you like it. If there's ever anything you want, please tell me." She smiled, her hands folded in her lap once more. "I do so enjoy making people happy." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	holy_assumption 2008-06-08 06:51 am UTC (link)
	Shit. I messed up. Shit. Walter mentally kicked himself, and Valtiel laughed deep within the confines of his soul, once again sending a wave of pain. "I didn't mean to upset you, Dante." He apologized almost immediately. "My weapons... well, what that thing has told me, mine can't be used for good, unlike yours." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	peccatus_regina 2008-06-08 08:02 am UTC (link)
	"There, see?" Dante smiled, relaxing as the room went back to what it had been. Frightening, certainly, but without the stains of death and despair clinging to it. And Walter looked as though it had taken a great deal of effort on his part. Interesting. "Look at you, you look exhausted. Are you hungry? Would you like something to drink?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)