{Delilah} Queen of the Damned
The Shadow had left. A now-clothed Swede remained chained in her basement. The restless dead, including her mother, were in an uproar.
Her mother tugged at her hair and clothes even more forcefully then usual.
what is he doing there in the basement? took you long enough to give him proper clothes!
what's a Prince?
You rule now, why did you have that THING in here with you? It ws bad enough you fornicating with the stable boy but now THIS . . . this . . . NEGRO SERVANT in and out of this house!?!?
Her fist came out and landed square in her mother's jaw, making her topple to the floor.
She didn't even look at her when she spoke, "mother, that is quite enough. If I ever hear you speak of either of them in that manner, I will make your existance a continued nightmare the likes of which your broken mind cannot fathom. Bill is my brother, and the other is . . . " she trailed off for a split second before she shook her head and continued, "Have I made myself QUITE FUCKING clear, woman?"
Delilah's mother merely nodded as she slunk off to sulk in a corner and mutter insanely.
Delilah let go of an exhale and reached for her laptop. Time to let them know. The worst letter, though, is going to be the one to Bill, she thought.
I now have everything that was meant to be his. For a brief moment, she contemplated the knowledge that everything she had, and everything she was truly belonged to him. He was the Henry, not her.
But whatever Loa want, Loa get.
((ooc: you guessed it, folks. Delilah is Prince of DC. Stick that in your RP and shudder in revulsion. LOL))
Her mother tugged at her hair and clothes even more forcefully then usual.
what is he doing there in the basement? took you long enough to give him proper clothes!
what's a Prince?
You rule now, why did you have that THING in here with you? It ws bad enough you fornicating with the stable boy but now THIS . . . this . . . NEGRO SERVANT in and out of this house!?!?
Her fist came out and landed square in her mother's jaw, making her topple to the floor.
She didn't even look at her when she spoke, "mother, that is quite enough. If I ever hear you speak of either of them in that manner, I will make your existance a continued nightmare the likes of which your broken mind cannot fathom. Bill is my brother, and the other is . . . " she trailed off for a split second before she shook her head and continued, "Have I made myself QUITE FUCKING clear, woman?"
Delilah's mother merely nodded as she slunk off to sulk in a corner and mutter insanely.
Delilah let go of an exhale and reached for her laptop. Time to let them know. The worst letter, though, is going to be the one to Bill, she thought.
I now have everything that was meant to be his. For a brief moment, she contemplated the knowledge that everything she had, and everything she was truly belonged to him. He was the Henry, not her.
But whatever Loa want, Loa get.
((ooc: you guessed it, folks. Delilah is Prince of DC. Stick that in your RP and shudder in revulsion. LOL))