Clarissa was the most interested to see Elena entering the building then shortly after hurrying away. She was only third order herself, three steps removed from Dorian and had never been sure how to play her. She liked to think she kept a fine line between friendly and friend.
Elena was the good daughter, risen on the cusp of womanhood. A mildly athletic sylph just the way he liked them and the last he’d raised in a century. Hoping for a teenage addition to his harem, Dorian could have forced her of course, held her in thrall, but it wasn’t his way.
She had a cold grace, Clarissa thought, and though often seeming to humour, whenever it looked like she was about to smile no such bend of the lips would ever eventuate, as if she refused to participate in such pleasantries. Elena only smiled to show her teeth. Jokes were understood and nodded at and her way of sympathising with others was the way of a cat’s, her attention divided between the subject and looking out the window. In short, she didn’t play well with others.
The brood hadn’t seen her since she was thrown out of residency for raising her delinquent brother. She’d changed a lot in twelve years, carrying a poise Clarissa was close to envious of.
Seeing Elena nearly in tears as she rushed away was positively heart warming.
Elena was the good daughter, risen on the cusp of womanhood. A mildly athletic sylph just the way he liked them and the last he’d raised in a century. Hoping for a teenage addition to his harem, Dorian could have forced her of course, held her in thrall, but it wasn’t his way.
She had a cold grace, Clarissa thought, and though often seeming to humour, whenever it looked like she was about to smile no such bend of the lips would ever eventuate, as if she refused to participate in such pleasantries. Elena only smiled to show her teeth. Jokes were understood and nodded at and her way of sympathising with others was the way of a cat’s, her attention divided between the subject and looking out the window. In short, she didn’t play well with others.
The brood hadn’t seen her since she was thrown out of residency for raising her delinquent brother. She’d changed a lot in twelve years, carrying a poise Clarissa was close to envious of.
Seeing Elena nearly in tears as she rushed away was positively heart warming.
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