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Post by Madam Leona on Jul 8, 2013 17:49:15 GMT -5
Rain is infinite. It was a beautiful, summer evening and it had decided to rain. Madam Leona treasured rain, missed feeling it on her skin, but all she could do was watch it fall through her. Or in this case, simply watch from the large windows of the ballroom.
As much as she wished that rain watching would be all she was doing tonight, this was not to be so. She began to think back of when Alfred first spoke to her, he asked her if there was a way she could change him. And by that, he meant bringing him to the other side. That was one things she almost couldn't understand. Why would he want to be a ghost?
There was only reason why she would do as he asked, not that he really knew yet that he would be dieing tonight, but she would do it if he still wanted it of her. Because she loves him.
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Post by Alfred Worthington on Jul 8, 2013 18:29:08 GMT -5
Alfred felt he had nothing more to live for. There was only one thing on his mind, and that was that he loved Madam Leona. How could it be? She was a ghost...and from quite a different era than he was. Still. he was so bored. No one needed him anymore. Everyone was seff sufficient. He didn't care to start a new career at his age. A book, a talk with someone for a few minutes, were diversions, but not fulfilling. Raoul had left the mansion indefinitely.
Alfred wandered into the ballroom. He hadn't really thought of where he was going. He thought of all the times he had danced with lovely ladies, but had never found one of his own. He was a good dancer, even now. He closed his eyes and did a few turns about the floor as if he was dancing with a lady. Then he laughed. He was being ridiculous.
Alfred sat down and thought of all the beautiful parties that must have gone on in this room in years past. He wished he coudl have seen them, coudl have served at them. Nothing pleased him more than serving others and for now, it seemed, that was gone. There seemed to be no more grand parties in the mansion, at least as grand as they must have been years ago. Now the place was inhabited by odd deformed men obsessed with the women who surely belonged to someone else. It was strange and not to Alfred's liking.
As he sat there, thinking of the past and imagining the now long-gone people who had danced across the floor, he thought he felt a familiar wave of cool air. He looked about the room, but didn't see anyone.
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Post by Madam Leona on Jul 8, 2013 18:50:20 GMT -5
Leona turned and saw a very familiar man walk into the room. It was in fact Alfred, the living man that was constantly on her mind now and was in fact, the happily ever after that she just might get after all. Though she almost didn't want it now, not wanting him to die, life was really precious. Who better to know that then a ghost?
She wasn't in her state to be seen by mortal eyes, so watched as he thought he was alone and pretended to dance with someone. She walked closed to him, wishing to take the spot in front of him, but he didn't even know she was there, and wished to keep it that way for just a little longer. She smiled, sadly and happily when he stopped and obviously seemed to feel silly of having done it. He then sat down and seemed to be thinking, how she longed she could just watch him like this, that he could be happy this way.
On a sort of impulse, she gently put her hand on the side of his face before pulling it away a moment later, knowing that it would only be a cool breeze to him. She wished it could have felt like much more, felt like her. She then walked over to the doors, nearly tempted to leave so that she wouldn't have to do this dastardly deed, but it was what he wished. Instead, she stood by the doors for a moment, and drew the energy and warmth of the room and and made her self appear, though without color. She quietly glided to the man she loved and smiled sadly once again. "Good evening Alfred. It's a beautiful night tonight..."
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