Rachel & Soleil, 12/7/2002
- Soleil hangs about Rachel's room.
- Rachel_ is passing back and forth between her bedchamber and the master bathroom, preparing to take a nice long soak in some hot, scented water.
- Soleil will wait to appear, then :D
- Rachel_ is dressed at the moment, in a thick bathrobe. :^D
- Rachel_ tries not to think of the implications of Soleil's usual invisibility.
- Soleil will wait for her to get into the water.
<Rachel_> (he's so mean.) <Soleil> (afk one sec bathroom)
- Rachel_ recognizes that he probably has seen her nekkid many times already without her knowing it. Icky ancestor!
- Rachel_ lights some more candles and sets them around the spacious bathroom. It's night, and there's no electricity.
- Rachel_ slips off her robe and into the tub she goes.
- Rachel_ leans back and closes her eyes.
- Soleil waits a few more moments before embodying while she's not paying attention to his particular spot.
<Soleil> How lovely you smell tonight, poppet.
- Rachel_ sighs expansively.
<Soleil> Is there a special occasion? <Rachel_> I was hoping not to be interrupted tonight. No, no special occasion. I just feel like spoiling myself. <Rachel_> You *would* decide to show up now, wouldn't you.
- Soleil shrugs.
- Rachel_ opens her eyes and pulls a towel off of a rack near the tub and covers herself as best she can. The towel of course gets soaking wet.
- Rachel_ sits up.
<Soleil> Oh, that will be a trial to dry, now. <Soleil> And hardly necessary. <Soleil> I'm certain I'm not the first dead man to see you thus.
- Soleil says casually
<Rachel_> I don't wish to dwell on just *how* often you watch me without me knowing about it, Soleil. <Rachel_> I've never been an exhibitionist. I don't mean to start now. <Soleil> You've nothing to be ashamed of
- Soleil says, with another shrug.
<Rachel_> To what do I owe the dubious pleasure of a visit from my long dead great-great-great-great-great grandfather?
- Rachel_ chooses to change the subject. ^-^
<Rachel_> Or uncle. <Rachel_> Whatever. <Soleil> I worry for you, my pretty pet.
- Rachel_ leans on the edge of the bathtub.
- Soleil says with an expression of concern.
<Rachel_> What are you worried about?
- Rachel_ 's wings drip sparkles of gilded water in the candlelight.
<Soleil> I hear that you've sent out your dogs and ferrets... <Soleil> I fear you will find a viper's nest instead of a hare's. <Soleil> My pretty pretty would do best to call them off, lest they bring something back that might bite her pretty hand. <Rachel_> Soleil... I am too tired to puzzle through your little euphemisms tonight. Would you care to speak plainly for once?
- Rachel_ does look tired.
<Rachel_> I am looking into your background, yes. <Soleil> The preacher's son. <Soleil> People will not like that... <Soleil> I would so hate to see something unpleasant befall you.
- Soleil shakes his head sadly.
<Rachel_> Are you threatening me? <Soleil> Me, threaten you?
- Soleil responds, shocked.
- Rachel_ asks coldly.
<Rachel_> I guess not. Good. <Soleil> My dear... without you, I am nothing. <Rachel_> You seem awfully sensitive about me trying to find things out about you, though. <Soleil> And that is something I do not wish to experience. <Soleil> Our family prides itself on keeping secrets. <Soleil> I fear you may discover something they wish kept hidden... <Soleil> And then that price will be all too dear. <Soleil> (that the price) <Soleil> You know how our Countess feels about you. <Soleil> Will she trust you, out here, so far beyond her sight, with her secrets? <Soleil> I wuold step lightly. <Rachel_> Soleil, I am looking into *your* secrets, not hers. <Soleil> She has trampled greater than you. <Soleil> Mine are hers. <Rachel_> ... <Soleil> As are my father's, and my daughter's, my sisters' and brothers'; backward and forward, up and down the line <Soleil> We were all born in blood... <Soleil> And our pretty Diamond wishes to keep her hands sparkling clean. <Soleil> You will have to look through them all to find what you seek. <Soleil> You will wade through rivers. <Rachel_> Soleil, this is the crux of the matter: I still don't trust you and farther than I can throw you. <Soleil> We must all keep secrets, my pet. <Soleil> I keep mine for love of thee. <Rachel_> I was warned that some power might try to turn my heart to hatred. So far, you seem to be fitting the bill. <Soleil> Is caution hatred? Is prudence venom? <Soleil> I think not. <Rachel_> However, I am too soft to just call in the exorcists until I know for sure that you mean to harm me. Or perhaps I just see an advantage in you and wish to be sure about things before I throw it away. <Soleil> You know, even your pretty friend keeps her secrets. <Soleil> The one who looks so like Michael's sister... <Soleil> Isabel is her name? <Rachel_> Yes, Isabel.
- Rachel_ says distractedly.
<Rachel_> Don't try to change the subject.
- Soleil shrugs.
<Rachel_> My point is that I feel compelled to learn what I can about you. As things are, I find my uncertainty about you intolerable. <Rachel_> You cannot ask me to just go on blind faith. <Rachel_> i am a Gwydaine, after all. <Soleil> Ha! <Soleil> Yes, I suppose that's what they would call you.
- Soleil seems amused.
<Rachel_> It is my surname, through paternal lines, which is the tradition now, even if it weren't before. <Soleil> A human custom... <Rachel_> (weren't = was not)
- Soleil muses.
<Rachel_> We are all part human now. <Soleil> Such a shame... <Rachel_> I don't think so. <Soleil> Shame, indeed, is one of their gifts to us. <Soleil> "... and they realized that they were naked, and they were ashamed..." <Soleil> something like that. <Soleil> Isn't that how it goes? I've been reading.
- Rachel_ glances down at her towel.
<Rachel_> I don't see you walking around naked, either. <Soleil> Would you like to? <Rachel_> No! <Soleil> That is why I do not.
- Soleil says with a shrug./
<BalthCat> (bibles Bibles BLAHBLAHBLAH!) <Soleil> Also, I think I look rather fine in white.
- Soleil tugs on one of his sleeves.
<Rachel_> It does suit us.
- Rachel_ smirks.
<Rachel_> Clothes are nice... they leave things up to one's imagination. And they are fun to have taken off of you by the person you love. I feel sorry for you if you never had clothes before. <Soleil> Oh, I never said that.
- Rachel_ smiles and lies back down in the tub, thinking of Nikolai. ^-^
<Rachel_> Oh, well, that's good. <Soleil> But I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen without them. <Rachel_> I am not ashamed, really. <Rachel_> Never, in front of Nik. <Rachel_> I cover myself up mostly because everyone else does, and because people would have a much harder time talking to me if I did wear no clothes. <Rachel_> I cover myself in front of you because you said I remind you of your *sister.* <Soleil> You've never seen your siblings naked? <Rachel_> Not since we were little. <Soleil> Never? <Soleil> Hm!
- Soleil raises his eyebrows.
- Soleil shrugs again.
<Rachel_> They're my *brothers*! <Rachel_> Oh, the very idea is disturbing.
- Rachel_ shudders.
<Soleil> .. Why? <Soleil> It's only a body. <Rachel_> Because... they are my *brothers*... my father doesn't see me naked, either. No one does save Nikolai and now, I suppose, you. <Soleil> You should be able to appreciate such things... <Soleil> The gift of shame again. <Soleil> Luna used to paint me, often...
- Soleil says nostalgically.
- Rachel_ covers her face with her hands.
- Soleil sits on the little chair my the tub.
<Rachel_> Soleil... I really don't want to hear about your kinky sex life with your sister. <Rachel_> ...
- Soleil laughs.
<Rachel_> Who was the father of her child?
- Rachel_ peeks out from between some fingers.
<Soleil> I don't know what you do with Nikolai, but I always found paint a trifle messy <Rachel_> Please please please say it was not you. <Soleil> Her husband, of course. <Rachel_> And what was his name? <Soleil> Oh, let's see if I can recall. <Soleil> His name was Anathene, of course... <Rachel_> ... <Rachel_> The Countess' father? Or another one? <Soleil> It was a common name <Soleil> I had a grandfather who was called that, as well... <Soleil> Or was he an uncle...
- Rachel_ uncovers her face, relieved.
- Soleil scratches his head.
<Rachel_> I'm *so* glad we didn't practice "keeping it all in the family" like Isis and Osiris, and the Polynesian big men. <Soleil> Oh? <Soleil> And what of it? <Rachel_> ... <Rachel_> Well... come to think of it, I don't suppose we had anything resembling DNA. <Rachel_> So maybe it's not important. <Soleil> The taboos and problems you imagine are a weakness of *mortal* blood. <Soleil> And if I loved my Luna, who would judge me wrong?
- Soleil shrugs nonchalantly.
<Rachel_> ... <Soleil> She *was* lovely. <Rachel_> Siblings love one another. That's fine. Nothing wrong with that. But there's love and then there's lust. <Soleil> Love is love. <Soleil> Humans are too squeamish,. <Rachel_> I am not a human.
- Rachel_ says, a bit indignantly perhaps.
<Soleil> If I prick you, do you not bleed? <Soleil> I've been reading quite a lot!
- Soleil says proudly.
- Rachel_ smiles.
<Rachel_> Chimera bleed when you stab them with chimerical weapons. Are they human? <Soleil> If you stab a human, they do not... <Soleil> That's interesting... <Soleil> Perhaps I shall have to compose a clever sonnet on the topic. <Soleil> Or somesuch frippery. <Rachel_> Well... a human would bleed if attacked by a chimerical weapon while enchanted... <Rachel_> One must chose one's weapon for the occasion. <Soleil> Always wise...
- Soleil toys with the claw on his thumb and looks off into space for a moment.
<Rachel_> Don't go killing humans, please. Unless they're about to kill me. <Soleil> Hm? <Soleil> Oh, I'm sorry. <Soleil> I was somewhere else. <Soleil> Luna made a lovely bride. <Soleil> 'La Luna,' the smallfolk called her... <Rachel_> ... <Soleil> They loved her so. <Rachel_> . o O (Does he mean Commoners?) <Rachel_> . o O (Probably...)
- Rachel_ frowns slightly about the derogatory term.
<Rachel_> Did she love her husband? Or was it a marriage of convenience? <Soleil> Oh, she loved him very much. <Soleil> They were inseparable. <Rachel_> Well, it sounds like she was happy then. <Soleil> She was...
- Soleil says sadly.
<Rachel_> Well... I'm glad. <Rachel_> It would have been much sadder if all she'd experienced was a life of misery. <Soleil> She wanted so badly to have a child of her own... <Soleil> I told her it was foolishness... <Rachel_> Why? <Soleil> Everyone knew what was like to happen. <Soleil> SHe could have taken on a ward... <Rachel_> ... <Soleil> Or some child orphaned by a duel... <Soleil> It would have been just as good.
- Soleil says darkly.
- Rachel_ looks down at herself and hopes she won't die in childbirth if she ever decides to have a child.
<Rachel_> I don't know... <Rachel_> I'm not interested in children myself, for the moment. It's just about the last thing on my "to do" list. <Soleil> Better that it stay there.
- Soleil says bitterly.
<Rachel_> But, Soleil...
- Rachel_ says gently.
<Rachel_> I think I'd want to have a child of my own... if I were to have it with the man I love. <Soleil> Would you leave him alone with the child that killed you?
- Soleil opens and closes his clawed hand.
<Rachel_> Well... he'd have to really want the child, too. And then maybe it wouldn't matter as much. <Soleil> She tricked me... <Rachel_> ... <Rachel_> What happened to her husband? Surely he raised the child, not you. <Soleil> Fool of a girl. <Soleil> You hear but you do not listen... <Soleil> I was her husband. <BalthCat> (Jodie's a wanker and doesn't want to come out to play... but I can "come get my money")
- Rachel_ is shocked speechless.
- Rachel_ scoots as far back against the far side of the bathtub from Soleil as possible.
<Soleil> (afk one sec bathroom :D)
- Rachel_ tries to think of everything he said... didn't he say he *wasn't* her husband...
- Rachel_ 's mind is too fatigued to deal with this at the moment and all of a sudden she feels very icky. ^-^
<Soleil> (back) <Soleil> What, you cringe from me now? <Soleil> Is it my grief that you fear?
- Soleil stands over her.
<Rachel_> I'm tired... and you didn't say you weren't her husband, did you.
- Rachel_ says bitterly.
<Rachel_> I just realized. <Rachel_> I am not afraid of your grief. I have lived with my father's all my life. I am afraid of your love. <Soleil> Everything I've told you is true. <Soleil> Do you think I might harm you? Do you think I harmed my Luna?
- Rachel_ stands up, wrapping the wet towel around her.
<Rachel_> I don't know. I don't know what to think, Anathene, Soleil, whatever your name is.
- Rachel_ says, quite tired-sounding.
<Soleil> Or do you think perhaps that I forced her?
- Rachel_ bends over and drains the tub.
- Soleil calms himself...
- Rachel_ stands up straight again.
<Rachel_> I don't know. You certainly forced your way into my life, didn't you. <Soleil> It was something of a custom to marry within the family, at the time. Things were done differently in those days. The line bred true...
- Rachel_ sounds sad.
<Soleil> But I never hurt Luna. <Rachel_> How old *are* you Soleil? <Rachel_> When did you come into existence? <Soleil> In truth... I don't know anymore <Rachel_> Were you there at the beginning? <Soleil> No. <Rachel_> Because... all the Tuatha de Danaan were siblings, I suppose... <Rachel_> All right. <Rachel_> You're old but not that old. <Rachel_> How many generations are there between you and me? <Rachel_> Surely you can answer that, since you've watched them all. <Soleil> Not all... <Soleil> And this is the first time I've ever spoken to a living soul, in the living world, since the time of my death.
- Rachel_ nods.
<Rachel_> Just... what are your plans for me? I only remind you of your sister a little bit, right?
- Rachel_ sounds like she hopes the answer is yes.
<Rachel_> Just a shadow, nothing more.
- Logging #changeling to 'logs\#changeling.log'