paradise

Darling if I have to spend another moment looking at this truly tragic ensemble, I’m going to have to smite myself. Please, just- Oh, nevermind. There’s no saving it. I’ll just have to drown my sorrows in order to move forward with my shockingly mundane life, ATM. What does one have to do in order to start a little something something around here, hm?

Hast thou tried walking off a cliff? Or not insulting a woman’s attire, for starters.

“sure, i don’t see the harm.”

“Thank you.”

“just wink at the bartend and you’ll get one for free. trust me.”

“I will do no such thing!”

“i believe this card lyanna gave me will cover it.”

A card. This was one of those new-age ways of payment, though... Annabell had not gotten one. She narrowed her eyes. “You intend to use the money that my sister gave you to buy me an alcoholic beverage of which I do not need?”

*· ☆,.- “Oh, of course,” Alexander chuckled and gave the woman a charming smile. “That had been my plan from the start actually, I have to admit.”

Annabell frowned, looking at that smile for a moment. This man made her uncomfortable, there was... something about him. “I change my mind, I do not want a drink.”

“Well I don’t mind doing that, what’s your poison?”

“Er... no poison, thank you. Perhaps just... surprise me.” The last time she had had a drink, it had been something distilled by the farm near her home. Here, now, drinks apparently had names and she had no idea what she liked.

“Darling, for you? I’d be willing to buy you every drink they have available. I have a tab here actually. See this face? It is a real crowd pleaser- the staff adore me here. Perhaps you could start taking notes from them as we drink and make merry.”

“You would like me to learn how to adore you, based off of the staff in a dirty tavern? Perhaps they simply adore you because,” she took a moment to turn and eye him. “You buy drinks for girls quite often, am I correct?”

“You are to be the voice of god,” which was being general in what a prophet was and could do.  He didn’t want to overwhelm her too much.  "There’s a little more but we can talk about that later.“

“Are you... incapable of being your own voice?” She wasn’t trying to question God, she just didn’t understand why he had made her the prophet. He didn’t understand what made her so special and god-- she wasn’t ready to fail at this.

“I see… I imagine this world must be confusing for you as well. I don’t believe i’ll ever get used to it truthfully.”

“You seem to be speaking the language fairly well, at the very least.”

“ i’m not passive aggressive. i’m drunk. and not in the mood to talk about my feelings. “ 

“Sounds pretty aggressive to me.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Annabell,I’m Pandora Evit. Why doesn’t it matter any more.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” And it so rarely ever was. “My father has long since passed and I believe, in this day and age, parentage does not amount to much.”

“annabell, i’m a vampire, and you were brought back from the dead, but you draw the line at a fairy?”

“If I must draw one somewhere, yes, that is where I would draw the line.”

“I’m her maker,” he told her. “She never told me she had a twin”

“So you are the one that made her this... thing?” She shakes her head. “No, she has not told anybody about me, it seems.”

He took a step back, surprised at the language, “Lyanna?” he said, growing confused as he heard a heartbeat and his eyes widened. “Who the hell are you? And why do you have my daughter’s face?”

“Lyanna is my sister and you are definitely not our father.”