Re: in-person: mina/dracula
She did not question his revelation that he had many guises, and she did not fear the admission. It was as if she already knew, had always known, and she merely looked upon him with the curiosity of something hungry, pale and harmless, society's perfectly crafted thing, mindless and skilled in that which brought pleasure where it was proper. She did not doubt that she'd known him before, and the named tickled truths in her mind. "I met a boy in another door. Griffin, I call him. He had very white skin, and he reminded me of someone, a servant."
It was a thought, unfinished, uncompleted, and much like the dream of the coffin and burial. "I dreamed a funeral. There was a boy there, and I have spoken to him since. I tried to eat him." Daintily spoken, as if she was telling him of a dance card not yet filled, as if they were not locked together in a room, and all impropriety in that closed door. "Victor said it meant nothing, and I should not trouble myself."
Cream and lavender and seemingly unsullied, she began to take a step forward, only to find she need not do so. He was there, and she'd not seen him move. "In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors." She did not recall where she learned the quote, but she licked her lips after she spoke the words, and the beryl of her eyes went wide and began to darken. No blink and change to darkness, something slower, an awakening. "I am missing time. I wake with the taste of iron on my tongue, and I've an ache in my head." Fingers to her temple. "I remember dirt upon a coffin. I know my mother slit her throat. I hunger desperately. Will you tell me why?"