ooc; Be right back. I got my screen protector in the mail from Amazon and now need to get a person to put it on my tablet. Afterwards, I’ll be back and setting up my tablet while making replies.
"Quite the surprise a man of your stature is not bowled over by the weight of the tome," she explained, settling herself into a chair.
Tellus smiled a bit sadly and shook his head. “Ah—no, miss. No. Just me. You see, my Lord took me from the underworld recently; I was merely a farmer in Athens before this. I’m sure my family is in the afterlife somewhere, but it is forbidden to know those you knew in your worldly life.” It was a basic underworld law, to prevent people from lamenting when someone they knew ended up in Tartarus.
Tellus merely shrugged softly in response. “Forgive me. I do not mean to undermine myself. I know that I am not worthless, but this world is so very big and filled with people much more interesting than I am. All I mean to say is that I am but one man—and how important can one man be?” He sat down slowly at his desk and fiddled with a pen. “Athens, miss.”
"Do you yearn to return to Athens or to your time?" Just as she yearned to be once more in her element. Did he stare beyond the walls and seek out the temples now in ruins for the tourists to gawk at? The Countess observed him and perhaps she placed her own desires for her lost home onto him, but it was comforting. It comforted her even as she motioned for him to converse further about himself. The time Dionysus tarried with his business, she would converse with a man who may be unaware of the piqued interest she held in him.
"You are not undermining yourself and you do hold an interesting life. Converse with those who are passed by on your way to an errand. The beggars and the vagabonds where you inquire for their tales. Their tales may be fascinating, it may be boorish, but all of their stories are interesting." Tellus’ own story interested as she inquired, "Where in the world have you traveled with Dionysus? Any you wish to travel there once more for a longer visit?"
The Drink Is On Me - Elvira||The Countess
The Countess motioned for the young woman to press near. “Now, if you wish to have more than simple tea as we did the first, you and I must converse in a tavern. While I am not fond of drunkards, their noise and their inebriation is a great cloak for us to converse freely. No one will wonder why two women speak of the macabre. I shall even pay coin for your drink, one drink only.”
"How many lives have you taken with your own hands?" A question she rarely revealed quickly to strange company. Nevertheless, by how he moved and the glint in his eyes, he was a remover of lives. One monster found another in company and could not help but be intrigued. "Do not fear, I loathe the authorities and your name shall not fall to their ears."
"Nope, still not a virgin. Sorry to get your hopes up."
Disappointingly, The Countess snapped her fingers together at her words, “A shame, however, you are a fetching beauty without the drab make up and dark clothing. Why do you don yourself in attire to weight you heavily to the ground? You fear you shall fly away with the surge of wind?”
Name one person right now she really, really wants to slap in the face.
Miranda will never say no to slapping the Countess.
Do you wish to strike my features now?
ooc; Back and being asked why I don’t get my eyebrows tattooed.
If I’m getting inked it will be a tattoo not permanent eyebrows. I know I don’t have much eyebrows (overplucked them in high school), but it gives character.
ooc; Alright be back in like an hour or so lovelies.