Home. It lingers deep within the heart and mind long after the last vestiges of its warmth and happiness are gone, replaced with the shadows and ghosts of memories that mortals bury deep within their fading souls. With so many comfortable and amiable places to rest one's feet or still one's churning turmoils, the word had at last lost all comfortable meaning and the old glow of the hearthstones had gone from it. Those that remembered what it had once meant, who clung to that memory, were considered stodgy and old fashioned. Personally, she preferred stodgy and old fashioned to this new world which raced on about her. Oh, there were no regrets, of course.;No dismay to her being or thought to being anything else. No, in the end, Elisabeth was what she was and that had and always would be quite enough.
Deep reflection, really, as her eyes were torn upwards from the silvery puddles lining the sidewalks and streets before her. The cafes had moved indoors already, pulling their umbrellas down, chairs tipped to keep the water from pooling in their seats. Emerald eyes took all of this in, breathing deep too the taste of smoke and exhaust, before releasing it once more. Yes, home had certainly changed over the years, though who was she to complain about progress? The dark pulled up before her, a well dressed man stepping about to open the door and allow her entrance, as she settled back in to the seat. There was no point in worrying about luggage or timing, no. All of that was taken care of, because that was the home she had built about herself.
To most it was likely a cold, lonely place, settled atop a hill overlooking the city, but to Elisabeth, it had been and always would be home. True, the life had drained slowly out of it; the parties all but halted, the visitors and guests all but gone...just a cold, lonely husk standing testament to a far grander time and place. That faint smile hovered about her lips, fingers resting across her chin lightly. At least it would be a quiet, peaceful place, as that rowdy Toreador was no longer in town. No, he was gone to America, Vincent had informed her in his last communication, so it was more than safe to return home and find a bit of rest.
'Stay your weary feet at my door, little friend...you have come home at last.'
Deep reflection, really, as her eyes were torn upwards from the silvery puddles lining the sidewalks and streets before her. The cafes had moved indoors already, pulling their umbrellas down, chairs tipped to keep the water from pooling in their seats. Emerald eyes took all of this in, breathing deep too the taste of smoke and exhaust, before releasing it once more. Yes, home had certainly changed over the years, though who was she to complain about progress? The dark pulled up before her, a well dressed man stepping about to open the door and allow her entrance, as she settled back in to the seat. There was no point in worrying about luggage or timing, no. All of that was taken care of, because that was the home she had built about herself.
To most it was likely a cold, lonely place, settled atop a hill overlooking the city, but to Elisabeth, it had been and always would be home. True, the life had drained slowly out of it; the parties all but halted, the visitors and guests all but gone...just a cold, lonely husk standing testament to a far grander time and place. That faint smile hovered about her lips, fingers resting across her chin lightly. At least it would be a quiet, peaceful place, as that rowdy Toreador was no longer in town. No, he was gone to America, Vincent had informed her in his last communication, so it was more than safe to return home and find a bit of rest.
'Stay your weary feet at my door, little friend...you have come home at last.'
