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mistymansion2019-02-18 01:20 pm
flaxenhaired) wrote in mistymansion2019-02-18 01:20 pm
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jacopo & nellie
It had only been been about a week since Mell's soul had moved on and Nellie already missed him. She knew it was a bit selfish of her, but the only time she had ever been apart from him (and fully cognizant) were those last years of her second life, and oh, how miserable those years had been. Nellie knew that they had been earned, considering the anguish she had inflicted on both Michelle and Mell...but it was hard moving on.
Hard, but perhaps it was better. Being away from Mell gave her more time to think about her feelings for him. She'd like to say that they were just whimsy, but that would be a lie, which meant that she had to come to a decision on how to deal with them.
This was something she had very little idea how to go about. It's not as if she could simply switch her feelings off, and even if she came to some sort of conclusion now, who was to say she would remember it in her next life? Who was to say it would even be relevant anymore? They might not be siblings, they might never meet again, and she would likely not remember any of this.
Such difficult and frustrating conundrums left the young girl in a huffy mood which led her to the kitchen where the sounds of clanging pots and pans could be heard.
There was nothing here other than utensils. The dead did not need food--not in this particular state of mind, but going through and cleaning everything helped her calm down.
...a little bit.
"Stupid, stupid mansion." Okay it wasn't the mansion's fault, but she didn't care about details right now.
Hard, but perhaps it was better. Being away from Mell gave her more time to think about her feelings for him. She'd like to say that they were just whimsy, but that would be a lie, which meant that she had to come to a decision on how to deal with them.
This was something she had very little idea how to go about. It's not as if she could simply switch her feelings off, and even if she came to some sort of conclusion now, who was to say she would remember it in her next life? Who was to say it would even be relevant anymore? They might not be siblings, they might never meet again, and she would likely not remember any of this.
Such difficult and frustrating conundrums left the young girl in a huffy mood which led her to the kitchen where the sounds of clanging pots and pans could be heard.
There was nothing here other than utensils. The dead did not need food--not in this particular state of mind, but going through and cleaning everything helped her calm down.
...a little bit.
"Stupid, stupid mansion." Okay it wasn't the mansion's fault, but she didn't care about details right now.
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In any case, Mell moved on, and Jacopo lingers. Morgana has lifted her curse, and now it's him that keeps his soul there, he himself, his guilt, his responsibility for all that happened all those centuries ago. If he could step out and face an angry mob by himself then, he can certainly wander through the mansion for a while longer. The mansion that housed his greatest secret, greatest mistake, greatest failure.
As a disembodied soul, he doesn't need to eat, but he walks by the kitchen anyway on his rounds. It's usually quiet. Giselle, Michel, the talking painting, and Morgana have all left, after all. But today...
"Stop banging pots and pans around!" he snaps, not even bothering to think of who it might be in there. He just lets his voice preceed him as he walks in. "The dead can still get headaches you know—"
...ah. Nellie. The sick little girl.
"Hmph. You would know better than the rest of us, wouldn't you."
He didn't really do anything to Nellie in the past, but she's caught up in this because of him. Still... she's so... annoying. Maybe he should start being nicer.
"What are you even doing here?"
...or not.