This is how you remind me...
Jul. 1st, 2005 12:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1Because I've been forgetting: I do not own Hellsing. I own Rowan.
11 o'clock. Rowan stood in her bedroom, looking at herself in her dresser mirror. A black and purple stoneware goblet sat on top of the dresser. She glanced at the goblet, then slowly turned away and scanned her room. It was tidy. Pink candles were scattered around the room, burning brightly and giving off a subtle rose scent. The presents were carefully arranged on a small round table in the middle of the room. Everything was ready, even her. Well, except for one thing. Rowan turned back to the mirror and gripped the dresser's edge when dizziness swamped her. Maybe she had been a little too extravagant with his gift. Ah well. It wouldn't matter.
She lifted her eyes and gazed into her reflection. The blue-green orbs looked different, more knowledgeable and infintely more sad.
"I don't want to." She whispered. "I am afraid. But...what other option do I have? Become a...child of darkness? Never see the sun again? Live on blood? A non life? No. That will not do. I cannot let him win." Rowan took a deep breath and studied herself carefully. The dress was a flattering shade of green, simply decorated with cream colored lace along the neckline and cuffs of the short sleeves. Her waist was banded by a cream colored ribbon, neatly tied in a bow off the left hip. Not exact, but the oddity amused her. She looked at the goblet. "It has mint. It will taste fine. I have to time this right." Another deep breath. She picked up the goblet and saluted herself. "Here's to the night." She drank the contents quickly, gasping for breath as she slammed the goblet down on the dresser. "Whoo, that's strong." She carefully walked over to her bed, using the wall for support. It was all made up with her best linens and a lace coverlet. Rowan eased herself onto the covers, carefully swinging her feet up and laid back. Her eyes closed as dizziness crashed over her like pounding surf. She breathed deeply and slowly relaxed.
"Good night, dark prince."
11 o'clock. Rowan stood in her bedroom, looking at herself in her dresser mirror. A black and purple stoneware goblet sat on top of the dresser. She glanced at the goblet, then slowly turned away and scanned her room. It was tidy. Pink candles were scattered around the room, burning brightly and giving off a subtle rose scent. The presents were carefully arranged on a small round table in the middle of the room. Everything was ready, even her. Well, except for one thing. Rowan turned back to the mirror and gripped the dresser's edge when dizziness swamped her. Maybe she had been a little too extravagant with his gift. Ah well. It wouldn't matter.
She lifted her eyes and gazed into her reflection. The blue-green orbs looked different, more knowledgeable and infintely more sad.
"I don't want to." She whispered. "I am afraid. But...what other option do I have? Become a...child of darkness? Never see the sun again? Live on blood? A non life? No. That will not do. I cannot let him win." Rowan took a deep breath and studied herself carefully. The dress was a flattering shade of green, simply decorated with cream colored lace along the neckline and cuffs of the short sleeves. Her waist was banded by a cream colored ribbon, neatly tied in a bow off the left hip. Not exact, but the oddity amused her. She looked at the goblet. "It has mint. It will taste fine. I have to time this right." Another deep breath. She picked up the goblet and saluted herself. "Here's to the night." She drank the contents quickly, gasping for breath as she slammed the goblet down on the dresser. "Whoo, that's strong." She carefully walked over to her bed, using the wall for support. It was all made up with her best linens and a lace coverlet. Rowan eased herself onto the covers, carefully swinging her feet up and laid back. Her eyes closed as dizziness crashed over her like pounding surf. She breathed deeply and slowly relaxed.
"Good night, dark prince."
