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Lord Zee
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The sun had begun to rise over an all too familiar cityscape, yet the cold air lingered, a sending shivers down Saoirse spine as she returned to her tiny apartment, exhausted. A trail of blood from her hands and feet, followed her through the door. She looked absolutely haggard and felt as bad as she looked.
She slowly, ever so slowly, limped to the bathroom with a batch of fresh clothes, then stripped down and entered the shower. However, as soon as she entered, her legs became mysteriously weak and she collapsed onto her hands and knees in the tub. The thoughts of the gentleman she had met at the party, lingered in her mind. His scent and his touch, the very same that made her feel safe and regret that she ran away from, lingered on her. She looked down at her hands and feet as the blood washed away, exposing several cuts and blisters on the palms of her hands and the bottoms of her feet. She sat in the tub, pondering, contemplating, for the longest time then sighed then turned off the water, climbed out of the tub, dried off, and got dressed in a plain T-shirt and sweatpants, her damp hair was tied up in a bun. She didn't treat her wounds, rather she let them be; she wanted them to scar so she could let the memories of last night fade with them, yet still be with her forever. Her body felt oddly heavy yet somehow empty at the same time.
Upon exiting the bathroom, she noticed the trail of blood and sigh. It looks like evidence from a murder scene. However, she decided to clean it up later, it wasn't like she was going to have visitors anyway. She shrugged. Her body went numb and her mind reeled as she fell onto the bed and closed her eyes, relaxing immediately and was lulled into a deep slumber; she had planned on sleeping the day away like last night was a bad hangover.
========================Back in Wales======================
The party had long since been over. Everyone had went home and the staff had clean up. However, business wasn't over for Mrs. Eggard and Dorian.
It was morning and Mrs. Eggard was paying the staff for the hard work last night. When Dorian arrived a smile crept up on her face. "Ah yes, Dorian. How are you? Well I hope. Especially for having been in the company of such a lovely young lady last night. Well anyway, here is your payment for your services. Good day." She said with a smile as she handed him an envelope. Inside was the payment for his services and a note that read:
Dorian,
I am sorry but I will not give you any information retaining to the person you seek. Rather I believe that you should ask her such things yourself. I believe that you will receive more satisfying results if you ask her yourself than if I were to give it you. Dorian, know this, fate is a very unusual and tricky thing. Sometimes it is better to accept it rather than fight it. But I assure you, that you will find the happiness you seek if you learn how to let things happen than trying to always be in control.
Sincerely yours,
Mrs. Eggard
On the other side of the note was the address to Saoirse's apartment.
Dorian was excused from the room to search for the person he is looking for.
Mood
The sun had begun to rise over an all too familiar cityscape, yet the cold air lingered, a sending shivers down Saoirse spine as she returned to her tiny apartment, exhausted. A trail of blood from her hands and feet, followed her through the door. She looked absolutely haggard and felt as bad as she looked.
She slowly, ever so slowly, limped to the bathroom with a batch of fresh clothes, then stripped down and entered the shower. However, as soon as she entered, her legs became mysteriously weak and she collapsed onto her hands and knees in the tub. The thoughts of the gentleman she had met at the party, lingered in her mind. His scent and his touch, the very same that made her feel safe and regret that she ran away from, lingered on her. She looked down at her hands and feet as the blood washed away, exposing several cuts and blisters on the palms of her hands and the bottoms of her feet. She sat in the tub, pondering, contemplating, for the longest time then sighed then turned off the water, climbed out of the tub, dried off, and got dressed in a plain T-shirt and sweatpants, her damp hair was tied up in a bun. She didn't treat her wounds, rather she let them be; she wanted them to scar so she could let the memories of last night fade with them, yet still be with her forever. Her body felt oddly heavy yet somehow empty at the same time.
Upon exiting the bathroom, she noticed the trail of blood and sigh. It looks like evidence from a murder scene. However, she decided to clean it up later, it wasn't like she was going to have visitors anyway. She shrugged. Her body went numb and her mind reeled as she fell onto the bed and closed her eyes, relaxing immediately and was lulled into a deep slumber; she had planned on sleeping the day away like last night was a bad hangover.
========================Back in Wales======================
The party had long since been over. Everyone had went home and the staff had clean up. However, business wasn't over for Mrs. Eggard and Dorian.
It was morning and Mrs. Eggard was paying the staff for the hard work last night. When Dorian arrived a smile crept up on her face. "Ah yes, Dorian. How are you? Well I hope. Especially for having been in the company of such a lovely young lady last night. Well anyway, here is your payment for your services. Good day." She said with a smile as she handed him an envelope. Inside was the payment for his services and a note that read:
Dorian,
I am sorry but I will not give you any information retaining to the person you seek. Rather I believe that you should ask her such things yourself. I believe that you will receive more satisfying results if you ask her yourself than if I were to give it you. Dorian, know this, fate is a very unusual and tricky thing. Sometimes it is better to accept it rather than fight it. But I assure you, that you will find the happiness you seek if you learn how to let things happen than trying to always be in control.
Sincerely yours,
Mrs. Eggard
On the other side of the note was the address to Saoirse's apartment.
Dorian was excused from the room to search for the person he is looking for.