#obscvrae

She calls herself the SUN now, but she shrinks from the bright light whenever possible. God’s salvation or evil calling. . . the nun isn’t sure what is the actual truth. Simply, she keeps to herself until it’s her time to HUNT. Only the eyes belonging to that of a cat can understand her motives, after all.

Well, until the very man that introduced the small god into her once lively home joins the dreary Oletus Manor.

Slender fingers curls around the mask that adorns the Disciple’s face. Pale lips curl underneath as a small giggle sounds within the library. Her shoulders heave up and down, too. It’s obvious she is AMUSED at being in the presence of someone she thought to be the beginning of her end. Alva. . . HE is the one that turned everyone’s life upside down with his strange beliefs. What’s more? When her father passed from the very plague that also killed her mother, the man vanishes without a single trace. Couldn’t she have gone, too? Did he not care of her fate that awaited her when being orphaned? No. . . her generosity and devotion to the church kept her frozen in place. The wood-filled wound located on her chest reminds the woman of that fatal mistake. Her free hand curls into a fist over it, allowing silence to linger for a few heavy moments before she finally speaks to the one that shares not only a past with her, but reverence for the cat that sits snug on her shoulder.

Rest was of the utmost importance when it came to residing within the manor. Every game, every near death encounter within the grounds that each match took place; they all drained Victor of years he was sure he would never get back within his lifespan. And yet... that did not stop him from seeking little tidbits of peace wherever he could. He supposed, it was a good thing that the Baron which had brought all of them here together had obvious wealth to spare. Upon Victor’s first weeks of arrival in the manor, he had poked and peeked into every accessible room that was possible with Wick by his side. One could never be too careful in the unknown...

In his search, the one room that Victor had come to frequent a lot was the extensive library located within one of the wings of the estate. It was comforting to be surrounded with all those books, they had become his newfound escape from reality. Thus, he would often find himself sneaking some into his satchel to take to his room where he would read through the all before returning them back to their designated shelf.

⋆.ೃ࿔ ━━ ❛  oh, please. you don't seriously think i'd be that stupid, do you?  ❜ a pause. he knew that going for the rescue knowing that the three of them could secure a win was undeniably idiotic, and yet with the painting he had spare, he could have just as easily secured a four-man win. granted, he would have to rely on the other survivor to kite all the way to the open exit gate to do so, and he wasn't entirely sure he trusted anyone in the manor to pull off a stunt like that, especially at the risk of him going down too. ❛  why would i sacrifice my own ass to save someone who couldn't kite you for more than thirty seconds?  ❜