<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"They were possessed with the need for perfection. Not in themselves of course, for they delighted in their own flaws. Women, men, boys, girls, money, drink, drugs, and power. They wanted it all, and they found a way to have it."</span><br/><br/>Vivian's steped slow as his voice filled the air not touching the exposed wound she guarded so deeply. He had moved onto something new, something that drew her curiosity as his steps brought him to her side. Perfection, she knew this definition well. It was what she presented to her master, she let all the flaws gather in other places and spill out upon others but never her master.<br/><br/>Her gaze drew away from the man, his voice rumbled on, telling her a story, a story of himself. He, who leaked into his surroundings and made it his own. She can see how he fell far from the tree for already he seemed to be so different however the story caught her interest. It had slipped her mind, he truly was related to his grandfather but there was one link missing. Why was it that she found herself in the company of a grandson and not a son but William would not let her ponder it for too long, soon he would inform her.<br/><br/>She looked away from the change of her home and to the door. She could expect that at least her garden would be the same. She would not forgive him if he touched the lush greens, when she had first arrived the estate had been sparse but in the many years she watched it grow, bloom to life. She felt the need to know, to burst through the doors and see but again she was distracting.<br/><br/>There was a child in the house, she had not seen a child since she had left the House. Like she, he stood like an instrument of the house.<br/><br/>She followed the river out past the child, her steps only faltering as William spoke of where he had been born from. Again her mind question, then why him but at the very back she knew why, she knew it was due to the gaze on the back of her neck even though he was before her.<br/><br/><br/>Her hand flicked up to her cheek feeling as if she had a loose, long strand of hair still brushing it. There was nothing there, but as she stepped out she though for a moment she still a wisp of crimson that melted like a snowflake against the blue of the sky. It seemed to be everywhere, blue, he engraved himself in every part of her existence now.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"I am merely playing my part Vivian. Just following the role I was meant for. I just don't play the song everyone wants me to, but I'm made for music none the less. I hope you will eventually come to understand that fact."</span><br/><br/>She paused, he would get a few steps ahead as she tilted her gaze to the large home behind her. She had never seen it so lively. She had known the song she was suppose to sway to but it had come to an end.  What would the new beat be, would she like the rhythm or would she keeping pushing for her own.<br/><br/>Perhaps all she truly wanted to do was hear the sound of the world. She had been content with this bubble, enjoyed the acoustics but now there was only the echo.<br/><br/>"He never spoke of family," she was frowning, considering all the knowledge tucked beyond her reach. She knew mathematics and dance, every instrument placed before her had been mastered, books that felt endless. All her Master wanted her to learn she did and what he did not was left behind. "I thought for many years he had none," she admitted as he gaze kept itself upon the sky. "I was his company when he was here. When he was not I often wondered what he was doing," she moved forward to catch up with him fully, move along his side as she bent forward a bit to look at him. "William, this is my world. I can not recall any other," even the memories of The House was full, repetitive, lacking any true details for her to cling to, just whispers of memories, moment's but one dawned on her now quite vivid as they took the long walk to the very front.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/mary-madewell-chapter-13-final-jpg.94301/" title="mary-madewell-chapter-13-final.jpg">
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</div><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"><i>"There is a path woods, I've seen it from the corner of the courtyard," a girl was whispering, they all were for none wished to be caught.</i></span><br/><br/><i>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"><i>Just a deer path, they would be no real path. No one goes into the woods."</i></span><i> Another girl would argue but the first was caught in the story.</i><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"It is not, it's a path I even saw some one there-" </span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"impossible, there is no one outside The House, only master and mistresses come." </span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"They must be the fairies, I heard an older girl say the forest belongs to them."</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"> "They only wish to eat any girl foish enough to go down the path."</span><br/>
Vivian lay in bed, she couldn't recall ever wishing to speak to the other girls, she got in enough trouble on her own but she was listening intently, always so curious about the world outside the House. <br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"I like to pretend that they are waiting to save us if only we could get ou-"</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Quiet, if they hear you talking like that then they'll take you from the group and you'll never get chosen."</span><br/>
This was the most important thing, getting chosen, leaving here. They would be wanted, they would have homes. <br/>
</i><br/>"I can not say I approve of you tearing it apart," she huffed with a frown. Her gaze was forward and she was straightening up. "But I might approve that you are allowing it to expand," even if it met some things shrank, like her claim on the master bedroom, she still had yet to give him the key for it.<br/><br/>As they moved forward she found herself wondering about the whispers in the night. Was there truly spirits on the wood, weaver had displayed, there were things she could not see. It would be silly to ask if some childhood imagination was real.<br/><br/>The sound of the busy workers behind them began to fade. It was a long stroll to the entrance, large trees lined the driveway. Like all else, they had grown and expand greatly in the years she had been there. She had liked to believe her youth reenergize the old roots upon her arrival. "But in my world Master had seemed lonely. I did wonder about his family, sometimes. He didn't speak of any it, I was only allowed him in my world and nothing that followed Master." It was odd to open up to William but now their fates had weaved together. She would have to grow use to it, there were parts she did not want to let him into so she would give him other parts.<br/><br/>"He kept himself busy though, I'm not sure what it was he did but he had guests, events..." The act of the new moon, the gathering, the questions about this was thick against her tongue and she could not push them out. There were so many more moments she would want to seek further knowledge on but her question could only be answered with silence how would he know.<br/><br/>"He was the closet to family I had though, I appreciate being a pet. For him at least," she smirked pleased with her last coy remark. They had made it to where the metals gates were stretched open welcoming all. She could see the clear line between the land of her bubble and the land of the world. Her steps had slowed and she stood now on the threshold ready to spill over. It wouldn't make a difference, she knew in her mind that the world not drastically change because she had stepped beyond the edge.<br/><br/>Her green eyes closed and she pushed herself forward.<br/><br/>There was a split second, a moment between moments but was eternity for her.<br/><br/><i>The world was not as it should be. She was drowning, no air to fill her lungs no matter how she gasped. She was weightless, floating in a void, swimming in the nothing, chocking on the liquid of absence. She could see but she could not as emptiness swirled and solidify against her flesh. She was exposed, lost, found.</i><br/><br/><i>A weight was lifted she did not know she had carried and she was light. A feather in the air, rushing along the gale and then a stone falling into the ocean.</i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)"><i>"There you are."</i></span><br/><br/>Though the dear readers could see the chaos, it was never there to begin with to be seen by any other. The rumble of an unknown voice had been for her ears only and uttered in the moment she had been trapped in. For all else she had simply managed a step.<br/><br/>There was something to be seen in this world. The green of the estate seemed droop, branches hung a little lower and in the garden a few flowers could be caught wilting.<br/><br/>Vivian gasped, even though she been breathing perfectly. Her hands fluttered to her chest and her green eyes sprung open. Her knees felt a little weak, she blamed anxiety, an overactive imagination triggered by passing thought and bright illustration she had seen today.<br/><br/>Nothing came rushing to her, nothing had changed to her in this world but it had. Creeping along her skin, hidden beneath the clothe William admired upon her was a mark beyond any of their views.<br/><br/>The wind had picked up, she stood there peering at the road leading to the estate. "Imagine I'm silly, but it's my first step out, the excitement made me a bit light headed," she lightly tried to laugh out. She couldn't move, she felt glued there.