with a 'kiss', or give it back...in a way, the same.
"Show me around?"
She could be feral and stalk around like a cat and find her own little corner and curl up in it, but she is too intrigued by him to be so anti social.
"What is home?"
She whispers, gaze resting on his lips.
Lips that utter blasphemy, according to his kind. Lips that people want desperately to kiss and to be kissed in return. Lips that songs fall forth from that man and woman think are for them and them alone.
She knows that he take life away-
threat. I can be dangerous. I can be ruthless."
She traces the space between his ribs before continuing.
"I'm a trained surgeon. I could dissect you if I wanted to."
Stretching up on her toes, her lips /almost/ touch his.
"But you're too pretty."
"Do you /want/ me to be a threat?"
Her voice is low and husky, her gaze dark.
"Again I say, I did not seek you out, even if I know who you are."
Closing the distance between them, Elisabeth touched his throat, trailing her fingertips down towards his chest and then his stomach.
"I /can/ be a -
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How can she make him understand?
"It is not a story I have ever shared. Most would not believe it, but perhaps the tale will unfold."
She has no doubts that this woman can /see/ that she is most different.
"I have no objections."
Eat. Do not eat. Drink. Do not drink. She survives nonetheless.
Perhaps he should show her.
How can she make him see? She became the substitution for his work. His creation.
It does not lesson how he feels. But still.
"Oh, Victor."
My love, if you're honest with yourself, it wasn't all for me.
Oh Victor, I don't want to malign you.
I think in your heart, you did it all out of love.
"I do not know if you would say I was treated poorly. It is a long story. Yet, I have no intention of giving up."
"Perhaps I don't deserve better. I can not say."
Could she have tried harder to stop him?
"Making the best of it is far better than giving up."
"I would not recommend it. At least not the way it happened to me."
0/10 would not recommend.
"But you make the best of what you get."
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"I was a little wild, once. Well, compared to the standards of the times. We shall see."
"I had forgotten. Most shy away from me. I am what plastic surgery done in a basement looks like to them."
She knows she is not hideous. Victor did preserve as much of /her/ as he was able.
She finds herself laughing, which is an odd sound to her, but it fills out the hollow spaces inside. -
Perhaps she was simply more calm than others.
"I remembered joy."
It is a simple admission.
She gives him a wicked little grin.
"Will you do it again? Obviously not now, but another time? I doubt I will be so sedate."
What an odd one she is.
She touches his face. "My reaction is not what you expected?"
Has she upset him?
"Has my blood harmed you?"
/Leave it to one of my girls to react that way./
Tears glisten in her eyes, but not from pain, but from joy.
"Yes." She whispers.
Perhaps that is not a reaction he is used to, but it is hers.
Her fingers curl more tightly, bracing herself.
"I have not felt that way since the night I died. It was...indescribable."
Perhaps he is.
There is a gasp, and her hands grasp his shirt, not too tightly, for fear he might need to pull back swiftly.
...and then there is a whisper and a sjgh, a request for him to continue, if he will.
If he can. If it is safe.
Alive. She feels. Alive.
For years, I have been all alone.
You don't make me feel lonely.
You aren't afraid of me, and I'm not afraid of you.
A gentle smile curves her lips.
"Thank you, for asking what /I/ want."
She nods.
"Yes."
She's been a science experiment before, but this time it's by choice.
Stepping closer.
