lyrirs
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ you like it⎯⎯the sound of the rain? you’ve been straining, as though trying to catch even the faintest trace of it.
fatefully
yes, I adore the rain quite a bit. (( she spoke, words sweet and clear. ))
do you enjoy the rain, mister sires?
(( a speculation from her end and yet she knew no other would have entered the office space of rurik sires with such ease. it certainly was the man himself. if she could judge him just from his voice alone, he sounded quite firm and put together, power laying dormant underneath the words that were spoken with a great fluidity. it only fed her curiosity for his person ever more so, yet she contained herself. she was requested for a reason and that was much more important than her endlessly curious nature.))
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(( @wolfskin ))
fatefully
she was led to the infamous man's office and told that he would arrive as soon as possible. she had thanked the staff ever so politely and told them she would await. a good, yet also bad, thing about being blind is that one could very easily loose track of time. the only difference between day and night for her was the subtle change in the hue of the blackness she saw. in daylight, it had a sweeter hue, more gray black with subtle blue here and there, but in nightfall, it was pitch black, overpowering. in her waiting, she took in the little details she was able to gather. the tender warmth of the room along with the prominent scent of paper that filled her lungs firstly. then came the distinct and familiar aroma of the wood burning, along with the sound of the fire in the hearth the room possessed that spoke ever so prominently like an exited toddler. along those two prominent scents there was a subtle yet impossible to ignore third one, the scent of musk, woody and earthy in hue. the scent of a man, she noted. she exhaled through her nose and as she was contemplating whether she should stay standing or find a place to sit down somewhere, the melodic sound of the rain invaded hrr senses, her heard turning to the side towards the window which the sound came from prominently.
rain. quite a troublesome thing, yet an immense blessing. something one could not help but adore, evidently ans secretly alike. a small smile adorned her rosy, glossed lips, the tenderness the rain carried with it making her heart and soul swell. she only stayed in that moment for a while before the subtle, creaky sound of the wooden door opening startled her from the trance she was in. still, that was nothing compared to the deep and rich voice that spoke to her, amusement or perhaps curiosity intertwined with it's rich echo. she straightened her body ever so slightly, her head turning to the side towards the man's way, where the voice had spoken from. ))
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it was this gift that had brought her so far as the halls of the sires manor. although blind, the immense and intimidating aura the manor possessed pressed tightly against her skin, birthinga few goosebumps here and there. she was sure, if she was able to see, the entire aesthetic of the manor would portray this eerie feeling quite accurately. still, the staff that had escorted her inside were quite attentive and helpful, even offering their hand as guidance which she politely refused. her cane had always been the most secure of her options for her, it's golden, crow handle had never betrayed her trust when it came to keeping her steady on her feet. although, if she had been able to dress more casually and walk barefoot, her powers would be enough for her to move around more freely and securely. everything held it's own unique energy and vibration after all, something she was able to feel and even 'see' through touch alone, vibrant and muted colors that decorated the otherwise endless, dark void that her vision was underneath the curtain of her eyelids. but that was simply only a 'what if'. this meeting wasn't a casual one in the least and so she had to appear formal, proper and put together, making sure her attire portrayed that with the help of the church's nuns. first impressions were always the most important, after all.