Raz Stone & Ludwig
Brewed Awakenings ~ Tent
Christmas Eve
Phase 1 of 3
---Where one embraces his nature, another comes to grips with burnt in, lingering fears.
Once one comes to perceive her, the woman that Ludwig had called "Kaiserin," a figure of what seemed like natural nobility and grace, becomes a figure that one has a difficult time moving their eyes from voluntarily... It's like the flip of a switch, that which had been imperceptible had been seen, and that which had been seen was beautiful, beautiful and also horrific, a presence that was not unlike that of a vampire, but far far worse, far heavier, dangerous in a way that is difficult to describe, like...
By existing here, her presence becomes the most real thing here...
It's something like that, a beacon, a scorching lighthouse that illuminates everything around her, banishing the dark and all of the illusions that lie inside of it, yes...
It's a heavy presence, that of Ludwig Karlfeldt's "grandmother," one that your brain labels as a sort of "monster" automatically, nevertheless...
"Ah... You are an amusing one, Mr. Stone."
Her laughing voice seems to break that spell, the enchantment that had kept the eyes of all locked on her, yes...
The danger fades.
All one is left with, is the grinning woman whose voice carries like a bell naturally, as if the air itself knew better than to attempt to muffle her.
"You flatter me. I am an old woman, far too old for someone like yourself, but you make me blush nonetheless... Yes, it's been awhile since I was approached like a common maiden... Refreshing in it's own way, yes..."
She laughs again, then...
Her eyes go up and down your form, it's a shameless gaze, a clear attempt at sizing you up in spite of her words, and giggling to herself at the end of it, the woman eventually turns her gaze to Ludwig, that beautiful but definitely inhuman smile crossing her features again as she stares at her grandson, perhaps...
Feeling the fear?
The shame?
Either way...
The smile that eventually appears wouldn't appear out of place on a Cheshire cat...
"My, my boy. You and I always run into each other at the most strange of moments, do we not?"
The grin widens.
...As always, she simply calls you boy.
Was it a sign of affection?
With her, impossible to tell, even so...
She tilts her head to the side, then, with a laugh gestures to Raz...
"Is this one your type? You should let me know these sorts of things earlier, you know? I could have hired more butlers than maids back at the estate... Of course it's not bad taste, tall, dark and handsome... Yes, a classical design, if a bit fantastical~"
...And says something truly absurd, or perhaps...
Something about as absurd as what you had expected? After all, this person has a history of dishing out damage, but...
You hadn't expected it to be... Social damage...
"I did not mean to steal him from you, but if you are not interested in finishing what you seem to have started, perhaps I'll take him up on his offer?"
...She's talking about the coffee right?
Right?
Right?
...Again, with her...
Impossible to say for sure...