alecto carrow (eidolonerinyes) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-08-24 21:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | alecto carrow, orla quirke |
Who: Alecto Carrow & Orla Quirke
Where: The Halls
What: Picking on Orla
Why: Because Alecto's Angry
Rating: High, Angery Alecto = Swearing, Mild Tormenting.
Status: In Progress
There was something not right about letting Alecto wander when she was that upset. She didn't take much care in lurking. The woman was tall and lanky, easily towering over many of the servants she passed, and any who looked at her too long earned a growl. Her slender, almost too gaunt, frame was wrapped in black linen pants that made no sound as she walked, and a black long sleeved shirt that mimicked her pants. Her dark hair was hanging down over her face, still a bit uneven and tangled, although less so than the night she was freed, her flesh pale with dark circles under her eyes. Speaking of her eyes, they shone, glittering with some unknown pleasure, until they focused on someone, then it was haunted looking.
Long fingers trailed on the wall beside her, dragging the sharp tips against stone, not minding the feeling of the stone against her fingers. She was feeling rather destructive - and in her initial rage she'd destroyed every crystal decanter of wine in her rooms. She had a deep loathing for drink now - she found that it had dulled her senses the night she was captured and now it was no good for her. Her left hand was wrapped in a cloth, she'd cut herself on the glass and didn't bother healing it. Her head tilted to the side for a moment, then snapped around as a servant tried to slip around the corner and out of sight. Too late. She'd seen the girl.
"Stop sulking around corners... I saw you. Are you assigned to a student?" Her voice matched every other detail of her tonight. Cold, dark and rather haunted, a bit like a lost ghost that promised nothing but evil. Those dark eyes focused on her, glittering with a tiny hint of the anger that lurked under that pale olive skin.