“Your father is quite livid dear one. He has vowed to hunt you down and take back the money you stole from him.” the succubus draped herself against the door frame, her glowing eyes half closed with pleasure.
Tesclina shrugged as she continued to unpack one of the heavy wooden crates that littered the room. The demon moved a step closer, “He vows to have you committed.” Again Tes shrugged. The succubus smiled, her voice dropping into a seductive purr, “For good.” she added.
The redhead stopped at this, straightening, she turned her head slowly, looking over her shoulder at the demoness. “He’s all bluster. He’s insured, he’ll recoup the money in no time then raise his prices to offset the lose. He’ll hire some...
"It started when I was a child. One of my brothers dared me to walk along the banister of the third floor landing, I did and then I fell. I died. Obviously the priests were able to bring me back but my legs were in pretty bad shape.” Tesclina shrugged her shoulders, “Father sent me away to a sanitarium where I was taught to walk again.” she narrowed her eyes, “It was there that they started, the voices.”
Tes turned away from her audience to pace across the rough floor, “I tried telling the doctors but that was a bad idea, they all thought i was crazy. I told father. I thought he would make the voices go away. That’s what daddies do after all, take care of their little girls.” she gave a self deprecating smirk, “Not my...
Tesclina stared at the highly polished desktop that separated her from her father, her eyes absently following the whorls of the wood grain while he studied her. “Your doctors gave a good report on your progress. They believe you have made a complete recovery and I am very pleased to hear it. It’s been a damned nuisance having you out of commission.”
“You shouldn’t have had me committed then.” she replied, raising her gaze to settled on the man who sat opposite her.
“Yes. well if you hadn’t displayed such destructive behavior I wouldn’t have been forced to. One does not go about slaying demons in the city streets after all.” he glared at her, his distaste for her plain on his face.
Tes shrugged, “You do if...
((The following is for an alt that I haven't played in ages but I love her back story and I want to explore it more. I hope you like it.))
The carriage gleamed in the early morning sun, the matched bay geldings standing idle as the coachman descended his seat and moved to open the carriage door. He stood patiently for several moments, watching the people passing by until he heard the hospital doors open and a soft voice call his name.
Mr. Brinkman looked up the stairs at his young mistress, his gut knotting when he saw her wane features though he covered the reaction with the stoic air of the hired help. “Miss Tess, you’re looking well.” he said as the woman walked down the steps and stood a few feet from him.
“Don’t lie...