Re: in-person: mina/dracula
Mina had no notion who stood before her.
Her memories of her marriage were things cast in fog. She remembered the wedding, a quiet affair that was deemed appropriate for a girl left at the altar in a scandalous manner. Jonathan was a good man, reserved, caring. It was not the life Mina had dreamed of as a young girl, but it was not a bad life. But she'd been bored, and it had been so dreadfully dull. Into that life came a stranger, foreign, and with books. This was all she remembered. There were snatches of things, conversations and bowed heads and the whispers of spectators. But even these things were fueled by gossip, a canvas painted in by the words of others.
She did not comprehend the tie between that man and her new hunger, nor her missing hours in the evening. Though, truth be told, those hours were less fogged now than they had been.
And yet... and yet...
She'd told Vanessa that there was something about the man courting her, something... Though she'd no words for it, and Vanessa could not be trusted with secrets.
"We have, but she called you by quite another name. Is Dracula what I am to call you, or is this merely a name for the odd journals we write in?" There was a sort of trust in the distrust, as if he would say the words true. A step forward followed, another, his hands behind his back lending a safety to the forward motion. "Why have you come?" There was a touch of madness in the question, a giggle, an almost.