Happy Halloween Everyone!

[threehundredyears]

I don't think I need to make a reminder for virgins not to light any black flame candles.

I would hope they'd all know better by now.









...Then again...

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[threehundredyears]

No. [His voice grows more serious.]

Witches make a deal with the devil for their unholy powers.

[eviscerated]

[She wants to make a joke about that explaining a great deal about her great-aunt, but the tone stops her. She strokes him slowly.]

Legend on our world. Reality on yours.

I am sorry they hurt you. [At the very least, she might sound like she can understand.]

[threehundredyears]

Don't be sorry for me. It was my sister whose life they stole.

[eviscerated]

Then I regret for you. And for her.

[Offering a reverent pet, this time. Indeed, motherly hands and manner, even though she looks very young.]

Did you find justice, dear?

[threehundredyears]

I did, after many years. Thanks to some friends the witches were finally defeated.

[eviscerated]

I'm very glad.

[Down to a whisper, that. And then she falls to simply petting him, slowly, rhythmically.]

[threehundredyears]

[He's quiet for a while as he sits still in her lap.]

...Thank you, Myra.

[eviscerated]

The pleasure is mine, Thackery.

[Still soft. She moves to give him a tiny stroke of the chin, if she's permitted. Affection, purely.]

Affection for a brother, from a sister, hm?

[threehundredyears]

[He does not object.]

You have a sibling?

[eviscerated]

My brother. Renfield. I had elder brothers, but.

[A small shrug, before she's back to stroking him again.]

What was your sister's name, if I may?