A brief Malkavian background

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Last night I dreamed I was at that ball again.

The man I loved put an arm around my waist, and spun me in and out of candlelight and shadow.

"I love you," I said.

And then the ballroom dissolved into blood and flame.

I woke up drenched in my own bloodsweat, and found myself retching on the floor. I shouldn't still feel like this. It was just a dream, and it all happened a lifetime ago. I shouldn't still wake up sweating and puking like this.

Elias cleaned me up and stroked my hair, just as he did when I first came to, bloodied and born again. He wrapped my soft woollen shawl around my shoulders, and murmured gentle words in my ear.

"They are dead," I said, and he wiped bloodied tears away from my eyes. "They are all dead. I couldn't stop anyone from dying. And it was such a beautiful place."

"Shhhhh..." Elias crooned, and rocked me back and forth. "A good angel came and took them away. They are all safe now. Kemuel has taken them."

"I don't pray to Kemuel," I said, and stared at my hands. "I don't know who I used to pray to. Do Catholics pray to angels?"

Elias kissed my forehead. "You're not a Catholic anymore, precious. You're an angel. You're my own, perfect angel."

He laid out a ball dress, just like the one I always wear in my dreams. "You'll look perfect tonight," he said.

I stared in flat eyed misery at another perfect dress, laid out in the same perfect room.

I think I knew then that the time had come to leave.

Comments

[bringeroflight.livejournal.com]

Because a Malkavian is the only person mad enough to wear that dress?

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Yes. Let's be realistic here.

More than that, a Malkavian, dressed by another Malkavian, is the only person who would wear that dress. Possibly dressed by a malevolent Malkavian as well.

It was the only explanation I could come up with.

Malkavians dressing each other?

[adze.livejournal.com]

*thinks back to some of the Cam Malkavians*

*shudders*

*shiver*

[adze.livejournal.com]

Hmm. There's something really creepy about Elias, in my reading of that...

Re: *shiver*

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Yeah...that's mostly the way I wanted it to go.

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

What you need is a squeaky toy! And to be ten years old! And to have a whacky catch-phrase like "I like sporks"! You'll be the best Malkavian ever...

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

I feel the hate from here, Benjamin...

[castorlion.livejournal.com]

His name isn't Benjamin, it's Benji.

He's a small grey dog with a golden robot companion who looks after an exiled prince from another planet.

So there.

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

Sally, Can I have 500 500xp BSD legends? Please? Now? Just for a day?

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

You know, I think this might be one of those times where I cannot, in all conscience, deny you...

[isalani.livejournal.com]

you know that despite it you'd still loose.

Just something about the quality of the people who play them - maybe if you turned up yourself it might work.

Who am I kidding :)