seraphina ( elder demon ) (serpentina) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-03-31 20:22:00 |
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Seraphina could not deny that she had a strong sense of curiosity. Perhaps Alicia had gotten that from her. There were many things the demon was discovering that her offspring had inherited. The oneiropathy was delightful, something she could truly use to her benefit when she decided what exactly she would do with Søren and his daughter. As it stood, she was simply enjoying inserting herself back into the family’s life. At bare minimum, it would cause them anguish for her to feign love and renew her devotion, only to take it away from them again. But Seraphina had never been the type to be satisfied with minimum. She saw their appearance here in Scarlet Oak, at her hotel no less, as a gift. Whatever dark forces pulling the strings had decided that she should have them to do with as she liked, and she liked to cause as much pain as possible.
She knew that she needed to tread carefully, at least until trust had been earned. Søren was still wrapping his mind around the fact that his precious Acacia had been found, and she didn’t think that he would be receptive to the idea of her being alone with Alicia. She had disappeared once, who was to say that she wouldn’t do so again, this time with their daughter in tow. Of course, the idea was laughable. The last thing Seraphina wanted was a human chasing her coattails, but Søren didn’t know that. So if she wanted to speak to Alicia alone, outside of her dreams, she was going to have to be creative.
There were much better things for her to do than wander the halls passing by the Gammelgård room. She was above pacing, like some kind of poorly-skilled stalker. And that was why she sent one of the hotel staff to keep watch at one end of the hallway, a good enough distance where they would see anyone leave a room with being spotted themselves. Their instructions were to call her if the girl left the room alone immediately. Hopefully, they would prove more competent than their co-worker.
It was only four hours after she assigned the task that she received the call: Alicia was wandering the hallway, alone. She had dressed in one of her many unassuming and (what she would call) matronly ensembles, and headed down to the floor the pair lived on. With a nod of her head, she dismissed her staff and rounded the corner to approach the little girl. Alicia’s back was to her as she moved closer, but that did not mean the girl wasn’t aware of someone else in the hallway. “Does your father allow you to play out here alone?” When Alicia turned to face her, Seraphina’s face lit up -- a practiced expression that held not one single drop of real emotion. “Hello, dear.”