The room shook slightly, or was it the air, or perhaps Victor himself? A man deprived of sleep or good rest for so long, one never knew...
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The ghost would appear to be visible again, expression thunderous as he glared daggers at Victor.
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//You would tell me to leave...Again?//
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Rage and incredulity blended together in the simple words.
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//Remembering not that telling me to leave or running yourself began this entire thing? Perhaps I did not require you to make me a bride after all,// he added after a second pause, the image of Rena seeming to flash in the air, or perhaps across Victor's very memory as she spoke with such devotion and pride of...her grandfather Frank.
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//As for you not wanting to speak to me, such certainly is not new. Do not trouble yourself, though, for I care not for any of your words. You can not silence mine, though, no matter how hard you try. .I shall not allow you this happiness...You do not deserve it and that girl...she deserves to be dead for seeing anything good in you.//
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He smiled at Elisabeth, the expression a smirk, knowing that she could not see him but Victor could.
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//Tell me, do you think Henry will prefer her or Rena when he has a choice? Or perhaps both?//
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The transparent white giant of a specter laughed.
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OOC< That last bit Frank would never say but as it's not Frank I can have fun. HAHA. Of course the perceptions are up to Victor, I'd not dictate how he really feels, so leaving a lot of it to interpretation.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat