Long Cool Woman (Anastasia)
The room is surprisingly quiet, considering the ensemble within it.
Morg is standing on the far wall, sharpening his sword, while Talis
is looking out the window. He's dressed completely in black now...a
dark, deep black that matches his eyes and hair. Anastasia sits
curled up in a ball on a luxurious sofa. She wears a beautiful black
dress that also matches her raven hair, and showcases her fair skin.
She is beautiful, but still, is not happy.
She has had many men throw themselves at her over the years. She is
not at a loss for attention, but still feels as though she does not
receive any. Men aren't drawn to her because of her personality, her
thoughts, her words, her ideals, her dreams...they only come because
they find her physically attractive. They could care less about any
of her other qualities, or her heart. She wants someone to not tell
her how beautiful her eyes are all the time. She wants someone to
tell her the beauty they see behind her eyes. She doesn't want to be
adored. She wants to be loved. Over and over she puts on a front of
apathy towards such things. But inside she needs to be loved. To be
told she is loved, to be told she is the most important person in the
world to someone, and have it be meant for once! There is nothing so
cruel in this world to tell one you love them and not mean it.
She rocks back and forth, staying in her little ball, trying to hide
from the world. She is the one here with the greatest idea of what
Alucard really hopes to achieve. She hates it, she hates him, but
still is here. Why? Because despite these hatreds, she hates
herself even more.
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