Danté (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} darkdevotion) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-01-27 18:59:00 |
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Wednesday: November 7, 2007
Who: Dante - Narrative
When: Evening
Where: His new cottage in town
What: Moving in
He closed the front door of his cottage with a light kick upon the wood, his arms full with the last two boxes of his belongings. There was a very slight smile upon his lips as his feet ascended the steps of his new home. Why he hadn't done this sooner was beyond him; it made more sense for him to be in town since it was closer to her. He could keep a better eye on her, get closer to her, and in the end he would possess her. There was no mistaking that fact; if it wasn't fated then why was he brought to this place of all places? The same place where she had come seeking sanctuary.
Dante placed the box down on the dresser and carefully pulled out the contents within. A few items he had collected in his time here; it was all he had since he came in with nothing. Several knives were now laid upon the wooden dresser, along with various pictures he had managed to take with the polaroid camera he had stolen. Beautiful women, all of them. He traced a slow finger along the smooth surface of the picture, following the contours of their face. His finger moved over their eyes, lips, and nose. He took great care with each picture as if he could actually feel them through the photograph.
Dark-haired beauties, each of them. If he couldn't have the one then he would bide his time with the others. He could play with them and they could satisfy his sinful urges — each and every one of them.
Possession. The voice in the back of his mind was screaming it out loud.
Dante moved to his bedroom window to open it. Shutters were pushed aside carelessly as he leaned his head out to breath in the crisp, evening air. His eyes closed as his lungs filled — so fresh and clean. Nothing like the city. His eyelids opened once more, his sight falling upon a house that was across from his. Such a wonderful view, he thought, before he retreated back into the darkened interior of his room. Yes, this was his new home, and he would make the most of it.
Who: Dante - Narrative
When: Evening
Where: His new cottage in town
What: Moving in
He closed the front door of his cottage with a light kick upon the wood, his arms full with the last two boxes of his belongings. There was a very slight smile upon his lips as his feet ascended the steps of his new home. Why he hadn't done this sooner was beyond him; it made more sense for him to be in town since it was closer to her. He could keep a better eye on her, get closer to her, and in the end he would possess her. There was no mistaking that fact; if it wasn't fated then why was he brought to this place of all places? The same place where she had come seeking sanctuary.
Dante placed the box down on the dresser and carefully pulled out the contents within. A few items he had collected in his time here; it was all he had since he came in with nothing. Several knives were now laid upon the wooden dresser, along with various pictures he had managed to take with the polaroid camera he had stolen. Beautiful women, all of them. He traced a slow finger along the smooth surface of the picture, following the contours of their face. His finger moved over their eyes, lips, and nose. He took great care with each picture as if he could actually feel them through the photograph.
Dark-haired beauties, each of them. If he couldn't have the one then he would bide his time with the others. He could play with them and they could satisfy his sinful urges — each and every one of them.
Possession. The voice in the back of his mind was screaming it out loud.
Dante moved to his bedroom window to open it. Shutters were pushed aside carelessly as he leaned his head out to breath in the crisp, evening air. His eyes closed as his lungs filled — so fresh and clean. Nothing like the city. His eyelids opened once more, his sight falling upon a house that was across from his. Such a wonderful view, he thought, before he retreated back into the darkened interior of his room. Yes, this was his new home, and he would make the most of it.