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* 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.
<Rachel_> ...
* 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...
<Soleil> ...
* 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.
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BalthCat at 13:45, 12 November 2014

Ladyiolanthe: Created page with "* 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 wa..."