Their desperate flight away wasn't quiet, and neither was their conversation after. A few curious haunts followed the steps and the sounds, lingering just out of sight in the walls and the ceilings. Cameron himself nearly brushed his hair against the floating heels of one of the Waltzing Dead from the ballroom--one that disperses himself into floating, flickering lights, and begins to follow again. The Host had asked to carefully contain before.
While the bedroom itself would have been a perfect opportunity, a few ghosts have trouble letting go of some lifetime qualms. Trapping young men in a lady's bedchambers is one of them.
"My goodness. What a terribly rude young man," the lady in question huffs from the other side of the bed.
Noah may or may not recall the young woman he'll turn to see seated daintily across from him--one from the stretching room's portraits, the lady who met her end at the teeth of an alligator, as the many terrible teeth-marks puncturing through her stomach show. Her parasol is folded up now, resting across her lap.
She hadn't been there the entire time. Not in that spot, anyway. She'd been watching from the vanity. Perhaps he hadn't seen her due to the dust in the reflection. Or the emotions of the pair. More likely that, she concludes, staring past Noah at the shut door.
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Date: 2019-01-24 07:23 am (UTC)While the bedroom itself would have been a perfect opportunity, a few ghosts have trouble letting go of some lifetime qualms. Trapping young men in a lady's bedchambers is one of them.
"My goodness. What a terribly rude young man," the lady in question huffs from the other side of the bed.
Noah may or may not recall the young woman he'll turn to see seated daintily across from him--one from the stretching room's portraits, the lady who met her end at the teeth of an alligator, as the many terrible teeth-marks puncturing through her stomach show. Her parasol is folded up now, resting across her lap.
She hadn't been there the entire time. Not in that spot, anyway. She'd been watching from the vanity. Perhaps he hadn't seen her due to the dust in the reflection. Or the emotions of the pair. More likely that, she concludes, staring past Noah at the shut door.