#marieofthelight

Marie looked up-to tired to show any signs of surprise or shock to who is speaking. It was one of the gorgon sisters (as telltale signs of the rope like strands of hair and the apparent ‘hiss’ in the voice), but of which one she was not sure. Though, being a resident of the castle currently, Marie has never made a move to interact with the other beings (besides her husband and son) of the living fortress. She preferred it that way.

“I’m-I’m fine…” She assured gently as she tried to take another step.

Euryale paused, hesitant, her shoulder twitching and causing the purple skirts of her moth-eaten dress to swish across her knees. The Master was asleep, the sun having risen into the sky, and he had made it very clear that his Lady was to be respected and obeyed and that all assistance were to be provided for her.

Then again, the words, ‘I’m fine,’ was not a command forbidding Euryale to help. She remembered sickness and starvation beneath the ruins of Agharta, of taking care of her elder sisters and being looked after in turn. How could she try to do any less for the Lady?

“Lady of Lightssss... Tea? I can make ....ssss... warm tea? Cookiessss?”

(( Peanut gallery says haha fat chance of marshmallow dragon not worrying what dreamworld are you from? *is bricked* ))

“Sss... Missss? Do you require assssisssstance?”

The acrid scent of illness is a distinct one, and rare among the hardier denizens of the Castle. Euryale was one to wander, and as one of the more reasonable and harmless of the Castle’s residents was less impeded by Dracul’s (and by extension, the Castle’s) protective streak.

Marie watched as her husband pointed to his throat, and then to his mouth. Was it possible that something was wrong with his throat?

Tilting her head, Marie dawdled towards the vampire. “Is there something wrong with your voice?” She asked.

The vampire smiled, nodding. Marie’s perception was excellent.

He points at his throat, then at his mouth, shutting it with an audible snap. There’s a pout surly expression on his face, as he gestures wildly for a minute, then shrugs.

“…!”

Well, Silly Love Songs is more Drac and Marie feelings. Very straightforward, and a little cheesy XD.

If You Could Read My Mind deals more with their history, and how they’ve had struggles (LoS1, coming to terms with the present state of things, and so forth). 

From the marshmallow:

More serious:

“...Marie.”

Where before, Dracul had tended to turn towards his wife, life a flower towards the light of the sun, now he stays still. This, more than any other trait, makes it clear that the two parts of himself have reached some equilibrium. He neither reaches towards her, nor backs away.

His thoughts whirl around life the tossing of waves in a storm.

This is the woman I love.

He feels both grateful and wary of her presence. Fearful of rejection, and longing for acceptance.

Am I still thinking of Marie? Or about myself?

“...Everything feels like a dream. An allegory for the hidden truth. ...The truth is, even now, I love you. And though I love you, I am still so filled with hatred... Is the hatred mine, or does it belong to that other me?